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Jan 2013
Criss, cross,
Applesauce
The class sat
Watching me run
Watching me play
Not advising me to sit down
Just waiting for the teacher
Because they aren't worried
about my hide
They want a free show
As the teachers hands let go
For they were more worried
About being entertained
Than my now tanned hide
Nathaniel R Horn
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Nathaniel R Horn  Indianapolis
(Indianapolis)   
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