Michael Rowley's Writings
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Poem
Dec.14.2008
My son's eyes are filled with an innocent look,Chocolate is the color of his lips.Clothes once clean, are smeared with gookAnd spotted by an ice cream cone that drips.
I have seen damage done both day and nightOf a magnitude you'd never believe,Done by my son while out of sight.Destruction Patton could never achieve.
I love to hear him sleep, yet I know wellWhen...
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Causes Michael Rowley Supports
Forests Forever, Green Peace, Kiva, MicroMentor, FirstBook.org