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A sad time for those kids


Sandy Hook Elementary sweet angelic faces that you used to see in certain places Their no longer here It was the month of Christmas And they couldn't spend the time For they are no longer here Little kids here and there Little kids near and far Listen up and listen good It's such an dangerous neighborhood Sucks to see children life wasted Counting all these missing faces that we used to see Sucks doesnt it? Cause when you're kid a serial killer isnt kidding
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