Duff and I kept arguing
Til Mom put down her broom
And, with her hands upon her hips,
Sent each one to his room.
We sat there is our doorways
Rolling trucks to one another
And, with real comraderie,
Complained about our mother.
MOTHERLY SHOVE
September 19, 2011 by
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