it was humor that opened even the toughest woman if you got her to laugh or smile at somethin’ you said, you were in there when I was growin’ up, part of bein’ a man was knowin’ how to talk to a woman if you were datin’, you didn’t show up at her place empty-handed […]
Filed under: Alan King by akublik Date 22 May, 2008
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I hear my brother screaming, and through a window, see him lying on the curb – his head, arms and legs bleeding He tried to ride my bike again – the gray Huffy’s 20-inch frame – too much for him to handle, but not enough to shake his fearlessness of anything larger than himself not […]
Filed under: Alan King by akublik Date 19 May, 2008
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