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I can't find my pockets There Is change Maybe A quarter or a nickle Or a dime For gum My bike waits Leaning Outside with the old Gum Of others who lost Teeth Or pockets While my teeth Smile At the old guy Waiting For my money Left in lost pockets As my bike topples!
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Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 8:07 AM UTC
True Gravity (at age 6)
I can't find my pockets There Is change Maybe A quarter or a nickle Or a dime For gum My bike waits Leaning Outside with the old Gum Of others who lost Teeth Or pockets While my teeth Smile At the old guy Waiting For my money Left in lost pockets As my bike topples!
copyright 2010 T.P. Mooney
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timothy-mooney
American
Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 8:07 AM UTC
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