Pouting Boy
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Sitting, trapped within a space, determined not to have
any fun, only sitting, staring, checking the time upon
his watch.
Like a little boy at a symphony, expected to behave and
finding it next to impossible, constantly fidgeting in
his seat.
No problem, nothing, is wrong you say? They why are you
acting like a little boy, waiting to be scolded instead
of talking to us like the man you are?
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