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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A Little Boy’s World By Curtis Johnson When I was a little boy, I was always well behaved. Well, most of the time. Being honest and respectful is the way I was raised; not to be mean, but nice and kind. I don’t know why, but I was withdrawn a lot, very quiet, emotions in a cave; but mostly, I stayed in line. I had lots of family and friends that God freely gave, and all kinds of food on which to dine. In my home town, some roads and streets were paved, but most were dusty and gravel ones, with no street sign. There were lots of little things so treasured and divine; like loving to watch my father when he shaved. Perhaps I was looking forward to the day when the boy would become a man, and daddy’s shaver would become my own. Whether I was right or wrong, grandma always came to my aid. There have always been wonderful grandmas, but I think none as great as mine. The love I experienced, I could never trade; But there was another world beyond my family and friend; A dark world with enough hate to blow your mind. But that's a story of a different kind. But God and my folks put love in us; and out of hate, we were never made My two-faced world was still among the best worlds one could ever find. There were things of which to be afraid , and I was not that brave. But it always paid to be aware of what was out there, and fear was not a crime. There was never much money to spend and none to save, but we didn’t whine, and somehow we managed just fine
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