The Bad Salesman
A Poem to my Nephew
Here’s my gift to you,
son of my sister,
a son that I’ll never have.
I cannot wait until you're older
and in the same instance
I want you to stay young
and be innocent —a little while longer.
Here’s my gift to you,
son of my sister,
a son that I’ll never have.
I cannot wait until you're older
and in the same instance
I want you to stay young
and be innocent —a little while longer.
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