Dr Phil Listens
Young and restless, without thought,
living carelessly for thrills.
Cherished children yesterday
are out of control now and running wild.
Do you know where your child is?
Have you seen the games they play?
Dangerous games, dire results.
They should be in the nest and under wing.
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