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MOM, SON AND DAD
Mom, shall I too grow one day? “Yes, certainly, my son. One day you too will mature Into a man big one”. Mom, when I become a man, Like papa, shall I, smoke? Shall I be able to gulp A bottle in a stroke? “Son, you may, if you want to Be that sort of a man. Smoking burns the lungs inside. Who likes a drunken man?” Mom, I like my papa much. I don’t think he is bad. “Son, I wish that such harmful Habits he never had”. * Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format. * Initially written as entry 474455 in the book SCIENCE, MEDICAL, LAW, HUMOR, CHILDREN, "SCIENCE, MEDICAL, LAW, HUMOR, CHILDREN" M C Gupta 11 December 2006
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