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Ghetto School Dayz...

Big Molly she did get up early in those days... You would hear her way before the garbage man came. Big Molly would let you sleep late on weekends, but on school days? Big Molly sure did not play... Get up and get your clothes on boyz! She would always say... This here ain't no weekend, this here is a school day. You could hear Big Molly as she went down the stairs, with each footstep the staircase would shake... To the kitchen she quickly went, there she would cook our breakfast and make us each a choke sandwich for lunch. Then once Big Molly made that final call, you had better be out that door and on your way to school... "Se yall Boyz later!" with that the door would close and Big Molly would fall back to sleep in the kitchen chair. Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor Copyright ©2003 Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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