Monday, March 20, 2006

 

63/365 Paul

Black sheep cousin, inherited his father’s charming and feckless ways, and managed to wring many a tear from his mother before he’d even reached his twenties. She didn’t live to see his bride in a plaster-cast. Inside him, one hurt and angry little boy kicks, bites and yells.

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