As I begin my usual walk, a teenage boy is standing there 
I try not to catch his glance and I know I must not stare. 
He has an evil look in his eyes, or maybe it's just fear 
or is his young head the victim of, too much under age beer.
                
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good poems are good times to find of love and fun
thank you! Tim