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I would not happen today Jay, well not if it was noticed.
posted by
C_C_T
on January 25, 2014 at 12:54 AM
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Utah
It's all there in its complexity - the fear, the pain, but also the love...Very well done...
posted by
Nautikos
on January 24, 2014 at 8:07 PM
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Kabu
My Father would make me go fetch his stick. I remember the fear of doing that (only when I deserved it of course, which was a lot it seems) much more than I remember the pain of the punishment...I think he always knew that.
posted by
UtahJay
on January 24, 2014 at 3:53 PM
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You describe the pain felt so well in your poem.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on January 24, 2014 at 3:25 PM
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imagine hitting a child with one of those. Just not right...a good post
posted by
Kabu
on January 24, 2014 at 2:12 PM
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