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Little Timmy Trashcan Was born on a lonely day. His mother had him and then She threw Timmy away. She never wanted children She just wanted her man. So, she got pregnant And her man just ran. Little Timmy Trashcan Grew up nearly all alone. A neighbor hired to feed him So, he was all skin and bone. His teacher tried to help But the mother told lies. She watched a lot of TV And it made her PTA wise. Little Timmy Trashcan Much smaller than his peers. Got beat on and ridiculed For all his growing years. No man was there to teach How to stand up and fight And his mother was busy Going out almost every night. Little Timmy Trashcan Never made it to adult. He lived beneath notice And this was the result. He learned how to vanish And bother nobody much. Little Timmy Trashcan Died from no loving touch.
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May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 9:01 PM UTC
LITTLE TIMMY TRASHCAN
Little Timmy Trashcan Was born on a lonely day. His mother had him and then She threw Timmy away. She never wanted children She just wanted her man. So, she got pregnant And her man just ran. Little Timmy Trashcan Grew up nearly all alone. A neighbor hired to feed him So, he was all skin and bone. His teacher tried to help But the mother told lies. She watched a lot of TV And it made her PTA wise. Little Timmy Trashcan Much smaller than his peers. Got beat on and ridiculed For all his growing years. No man was there to teach How to stand up and fight And his mother was busy Going out almost every night. Little Timmy Trashcan Never made it to adult. He lived beneath notice And this was the result. He learned how to vanish And bother nobody much. Little Timmy Trashcan Died from no loving touch.
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May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 9:01 PM UTC
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