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Consequences of DisobedienceIt was hard to sleep last night, Since our son gave us a fright; For the reason we were afraid, His anger when he disobeyed. I asked him for to put away, His cell phone to stop play; Five times that he was asked, Ignoring what he was tasked. I said if he did not terminate, The phone to have certain fate; Messages not be able to send, All weekend to any friend. Into a rage as he had thrown, Onto the desk went the phone; Kicked the door storming out, Broken glass laying all about. The aftermath as scars remain, Though repented for to restrain; Healing of wounds to take time, But for a reminder of the crime. Richard Newton Sherrer Copyright ©2006 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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