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Sep 2012
Don’t talk to strangers online
Now I know
I’m one of those guys

She used to tell me
To look both ways while crossing the street
And I’d never think the pedals
Were going to be controlled by my feet

And those “mean girls”
With the silver in their brow,
Well,
My mom asks them if they want to eat over now.
Written by
Shannon Kelly
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     Lyasia Forsythe and Sofia Emma
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