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Throughout my life I was cursed in threes
I suffered from a notorious disease
All I wanted was  to be left alone
Instead it got cloned
I am multiplied now with thousands of these...

Nevermind the Rinderpest
My condition was foot- in-mouth disease
Kids at achool called me Puckerlips
Just because of my Freudian slips

Some peed their pants in epileptic laughter
"Have you heard what he said"
As I bit back the tears
My lips were indeed a complete disaster

When I was serious they thought I was funny
The teacher tried to correct my interesting grammar
She looked at me and paused and said " Honey"..
I said my name is Jannie
And the howling started all over again

I just wanted to be alone
Now the whole school would follow me home
"C'mon Puckerlips, say something,say something"
Just staring ahead I kept walking on

But Ma would take the stickers off my back
And kiss me on my warm puckerlips
Youre not a mistake and you are MY Freudian Slip
And there I lay dreaming about becoming a poet
At least a Pullitzer Prize and everyone will know it

As I lay there with tears on her lap
Softly she'd stroke the hair on my back

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