Judging the childrenA Poem by Jon Roggie
You don't know them.
I only see your own insecurities. Clutching an illusion. They are growing, and you are also supposed to grow. You expect them to fit a mold. The fit is growing a touch tight.
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3 Reviews Added on December 5, 2016 Last Updated on December 5, 2016 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more.. |

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