Why There are No Divorced Children
Kenneth Marshall
The boy, yes, the boy
Born with silky blonde hair
The boy, yes, the boy
Apple of the parental eye.
The Boy, yes, the boy,
Who lived in a blanket of care.
The Boy, yes, the boy,
Loved and happy and shy.
The Boy, yes, the boy,
Who played with his friends on the grass.
The Boy, yes, the boy,
Who laughed with his sisters three,
The Boy, yes the boy,
The boy at the head of his class.
The boy, yes, the boy,
In a home like 50's TV.
The Boy, yes, the boy,
Who was ruled with a dominant hand.
The Boy, yes, the boy,
Killed by a fight late one night.
The boy, no, no more,
Not a boy, but not yet a man.
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