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Servings for four which were given to eight Sent you to bed half-hungry, and woke you up half-late Then going to school without a brown bag Had your eyes glazed, gazing at doughnuts through the bakery glass Yeah, going to school without a brown bag Had your young mind drifting, dreaming of chow while dozing off in class A half-empty stomach doesn't help you learn fast Lunchtime is approaching, finally something to eat at last But having only one good meal a day, strangely, will help you out later in life Teaches you how to do without food, no need for a spoon, fork or knife You will have been conditioned to fast, feeding your belly becomes a low pri-o And at night, there's no need to ask how far can a half-filled plate go

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Date: 10/23/2016 9:19:00 PM
mmm, gives a lot of insight to your bringing up RW, I use to fast for 3 days and nights without sleep when I wanted a vision of sorts. Can't stay up that long these days, however. It must have been hard for your parents having 13 mouths to feed I'd imagine. You can feel the truth in this poem RW. your mate Budgie /|\
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Freddie Robinson Jr.
Date: 10/26/2016 3:48:00 PM
Ty, Rick. I didn't want for food growing up. My father was an auto factory worker in the 60s. They made good money back then. No, I saw some of my friends who were not as fortunate as my family. Read my poem, "Your Story." It explains it all. Love you, bro. RW
Date: 10/23/2016 5:48:00 AM
Hi Freddie...when I was young, life was not easy; families found it hard to get by, but they managed...and most of all we were happy. Todays children have everything, yet they are never satisfied. ~ Regards // paul
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Freddie Robinson Jr.
Date: 10/26/2016 3:45:00 PM
Yeah, I agree w/you Paul. Ty for the kind words. Much love to you. RW

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