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Thank God for Little Kids


Little kids, oh they are so annoying They are always in your hair, oh so exploring. Every time you want to relax they are right there Yelling, Throwing, Breaking things, always in your hair. My mom makes me watch them whenever they go out. I get so mad and scream, But I'm to old to pout. All they do is fight, trying to get a toy one stole the airplane right from a little boy. Can I have this? Can I have that? thats all I hear every time they go to sleep, its outside to cheer. But oh I know as soon as I rest my chin BAM! There goes the lamp and it all Starts again!
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william.brooks0303
nice poem

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