Poem: (++)
Today my son
told me his
favourite gun
was the pistol.
I hugged him as
I told him
he didn’t need
a favourite gun.
He said he
still liked hugs
way more than
guns.
I squeezed him with
all my might. Hopeful
I had the right way
to win the right fight.
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