Where Did All the Marbles Go
When I was younger my father
Used to yell at the evening news
I thought it very funny and wondered
Just how many marbles did he lose
Well now it is not so funny
The apple didn’t fall far from the tree
The one who is doing the yelling now
Is the marble-less wonder, me
Copyright © Barbara Briggs | Year Posted 2014
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