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Mar 2021
Parents, take control.
You, not the child?
You're the parent and you are grown.

Let no son walk around with their pants down.
In your house, you rule.
But then, we in this odd parental generation.

Where being their friends seems to take over?

Let no smart mouth youth not feel the consequences.

Phones, unless you over sixteen and sometimes question that.
What truly is a phone purpose?
Many sneaky tricks have created you to be a grandparent.

Nothing more sneaky than youth with lies and fabrication.
And you know this happens.

Think of things you did in your youth.

Sneak out with one set of clothes on and come home with another on.
Parents, take control.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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