So ToughA Poem by BrentA poem about a kid who thought he was tough.
Genesse brings Hennessy
to the law of the land. With a fist for a gavel and a horse for a stand, he laid down each sentence,
each one momentous, with much celebration and doom. His subjects, unhappy, they called up his pappy and soon the Moon shifted to new. Bright cherry blossom, the color of his bottom, when lo the boy’s father was through. © 2017 BrentAuthor's Note
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