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Oct 2021
It's not always easy
being a little kid
with some little bird to tell on me
for everything I did
Being a little hellion
came at the cost of pride
Because whenever I got caught
No matter how I tried

I'd feel the tears welling up
and I could never hold them back
They'd start to fall down my cheeks
But she never cut me no slack
When she'd say

Take those tears
and wipe 'em off
Now throw 'em on the ground
Take your foot
and lift it up
Now stomp those tears right out
She'd make me do it over again
Until I couldn't help but grin
I wiped 'em off
I threw 'em down
and stomped 'em out

It wasn't always trouble
Sometimes it was hurt
A skinned knee or a busted lip
or something even worse
But she'd always find me
She'd always be right there
A kind word and a gentle hug
She proved she always cared

When life's coming at you
too fast to keep it up
and everything is binding you
and you can't feel the love,
Then just

Take those tears
and wipe 'em off
Now throw 'em on the ground
Take your foot
and lift it up
Now stomp those tears right out
Do it over and over again
Until you cannot help but grin
Just wipe 'em off
Then throw 'em down
and stomp 'em out
Joe Workman
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Joe Workman  37/M
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