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While the children sleep I learn from my immediate elders who taught me the good, the bad and the ugly; however, my strength is hiding deep within. If only the pain weren’t so severe. An ugly duckling who suffers Verbal and physical abuse From the cool, pretty crowds of clueless incompetent? You with your tawny hair, they often shout Flat jacks with granny strap String beans without the lean So cruel; so mean those terrorist sounds That goes round and round on the playground While the children sleep through the night I play with night flyers Golden wings and friendly flittering smiles we dance, Into Twinkling lights of the meadow; Late at night without the feuds or the abuse of the inferiors I got teary eyes as I say farewell to my misty friends Bigotry and hatred, Playgrounds terror, Children of the cornfields rules the inner cities school Throughout kindergarten into high school You must process the Skill of a tiger, speed of a leopard Going to school going isn’t any fun anymore This is the day of trouble, and of rebuke, and blasphemy: the The children are coming to birth and there is not strength To bring forth:(bibical)
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Apr 7, 2012
Apr 7, 2012 at 7:48 AM UTC
Strings bean without the lean
While the children sleep I learn from my immediate elders who taught me the good, the bad and the ugly; however, my strength is hiding deep within. If only the pain weren’t so severe. An ugly duckling who suffers Verbal and physical abuse From the cool, pretty crowds of clueless incompetent? You with your tawny hair, they often shout Flat jacks with granny strap String beans without the lean So cruel; so mean those terrorist sounds That goes round and round on the playground While the children sleep through the night I play with night flyers Golden wings and friendly flittering smiles we dance, Into Twinkling lights of the meadow; Late at night without the feuds or the abuse of the inferiors I got teary eyes as I say farewell to my misty friends Bigotry and hatred, Playgrounds terror, Children of the cornfields rules the inner cities school Throughout kindergarten into high school You must process the Skill of a tiger, speed of a leopard Going to school going isn’t any fun anymore This is the day of trouble, and of rebuke, and blasphemy: the The children are coming to birth and there is not strength To bring forth:(bibical)
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Apr 7, 2012
Apr 7, 2012 at 7:48 AM UTC
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