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May 2015
Be home before the street lights comes on.
Don't ******* looking for you.

If I have to tell you again, you're not going to like it.
Don't make me get up out this chair..

Schools, must think money grows upon a tree.
Yell, at your mother again.

Don't make me get my belt.
Get me a switch of the tree.

Whew!-things the old school parents stated to that child.
Comments, many cuddlers of sympathy wouldn't understand.
Your job raised and nurture children's into responsible adults.

Crying , I'm a single mother holds no truth for those that accomplished raising them nicely into great adults.

Excuses, excuses seem to be the nod of parents today.
Who seem more intimidated of child's protected services?
Then old school parents gave you options to call them and didn't care if they took you away.

Cause in truth, it was more for your protection.
For old school parents didn't play.
You learned to respect adults.
You learned when to and not to talk.

Excuses, excuses, we hear the young parents uses today.
Make even kids of old school parents have more respect for the way they was raised.

Church, wasn't an option in dad eyes.
Even if he regularly didn't attend church.
He made sure the kids got up and rise.

It kept mother on his side.
And if he attended church, he could see the joy in your mother's smile.

Too many excuses us used by parents today.
Then back in days of old the responsibility was a total group of committees.

Mothers, grandmothers, grandfathers and yes, even there or not there fathers.
Along with aunts and uncles that held reign of reeling you in before trouble begin.

Then ,those were the days that many reflects upon.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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