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When Do the Little Children Go Bad
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When Do the Little Children Go Bad |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) 
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It started way back in pre-school Oh those days of wonder and bliss I played the clown, the teacher’s fool Oh those days I do dearly miss Not a worry of getting caught Running amuck throughout the halls I guess I deserved what I got When I had to make those calls “Hello Mommy? Yes it’s your son Please stop cryin’ for it’s good news No, I wasn’t havin’ any fun And this time I left no bruise” Sighing softly she hung up the phone But in five minutes I was back I guess I really should have known A frog could cause a heart attack And of all the ones I treated so poor I think of my second grade teacher A call on the phone, a knock on her door But for some reason I just can't reach her |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
fun poem with a great ending. Nice Job! |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Welcome Wayoutwalt... |
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