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Format of My Life


Hickory Dickory Dock

She sat and watched the hawk

The hawk screeched loud

And there she bowed

to the raw clout of nature.

 

She is nimble

She is strong

She does pole vault

over the pole, yet

She fell down

and hit her head

Now, concussion.

 

Do you know the physicist?

smart student?

and writer?

Do you know the physicist?

Who lives only at school?

 

Little Miss Phillips

had some bad problems

relationships weren't good

Along came a mentor

Helped her with her issues

And taught her that she always could.

 

There was a girl who hated rhymes

And Bravo was her name-O

B-R-A-V-O

B-R-A-V-O

And Bravo was her name-O

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