I saw them in the city park
The dad was chatting on nearby;
Her brother got her going, then
He saw her eyes begin to fly
And when she curved around he clapped,
And helped her stop, and start again;
For sometimes it's the boys we need
Instead of those we might call
Men
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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