The thief

My son’s little son
Stole several kisses
Visiting backs of hands
Elbows, wrists
Gleeful unrepentent
“My store is down to
Ten million,” I complained
“What will I do?”
Glutton he
Returned for the
All you can eat special.
9,999,982 . . .

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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