Come Here, Child,
Father's hand has not smelled a long time sullen hair,
shabby hands,
snot in the mouth,
hhmmm
you still like before,
dirty is your teak
come here, son.
wash your hands and feet,
father brought a towel from mother
dry all water and sweat.
and tidy clothes.
Come on, kid,
hug your mother and leave the headstone.
The natural flow of these words smash home the theme in a powerful way. So simple and effective.
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