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Oct 2018
Yes, remember those days of in charged parents.
Where rules were to be followed?

Where the options of a smart mouth child?
Was the front door?

When you remind that the adult rules the order of the house?

The phrase you heard from the parents?

Don't let your mouth get you in trouble?
Or don't forget who the parent is?
Especially, don't get too big for your britches?

Or the dictated command of your parental authority.
When you cried you gonna called the police?

And they firmly told you when they come you better be behind them.

Old school parents never feared them.
Strange thing when offered the door many never went.
Well, a few did.
But not the ones with common sense.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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