NAUGHTY BOY

I knew a lad who grew up believing
his name was, 'naughty boy.'
Thirty years later he came home,
shot his wife and three children,
then himself.

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Alison Cassidy
In your face Irony delivered without unnecessary ornamentation. Powerful message indeed. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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Fay Slimm
Profound thoughts lie wrapped up in this one Jerry. - - thanks for the disturbing reminder to watch what we say to the child.
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