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Sticks and Stones

Sometimes I don't know why you cause me heartache and pain, there are days that go by where you drive me insane. I have my feet planted firmly into the ground, no matter what you do you can never knock me down. You can hurl your sticks hit me with your stones, but I'll come back stronger more than you've ever known. I'll win in the end so go ahead, call me names, sticks and stones may break my bones I'll never again, play your stupid game. Copyright Cynthia Jones Dec.9/2015 I don't know where this one came from.

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