Fourteen
Fourteen a tender age,
Teenage angst the rage,
And parents are so stupid
Yet fourteen more years go by
And oh, my, my!
How much it seems they've learned
Our diary jokes of old,
You can truely be told,
Now we wished we'd burned.
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