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For Nathaniel

Nathaniel who stands on the green shouting,
“I am the first of my kind,
I am the finest you’ll find! ”

Nathaniel who runs through the street flouting
Laws of decorum and grace.
Putting them into their place.

Nathaniel who lies on the earth spouting
Muck from the place the knife went.
Nathaniel who’s suddenly spent.

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I find this poem to be lots of fun, not to mntion unique. Kudos Jenne.