My sons.A Poem by disgruntled plumber5 and nine year old boys and the feelings they causeBen and Chris, flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone. Son of my right hand and Christ bearer, Are they? Wrestling over who gets the first hug when I come home, ignoring me when playing Nintendo, sigh. Heart bursting with pride, anger flashing thru me. I love them and want them to leave me alone, do they?
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