A little boy plays by the river,
Slips on wet rock by the stream,
He scrapes his knee.
He cries from the pain,
But his buddies laugh it away.
And he becomes a man,
Because grow men don't cry, right?
Feb 25, 2025
Feb 25, 2025 at 1:29 PM UTC
A little boy plays by the river,
Slips on wet rock by the stream,
He scrapes his knee.
He cries from the pain,
But his buddies laugh it away.
And he becomes a man,
Because grow men don't cry, right?
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