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playground politics we zap and zip read my lips we hide and seek from teacher's peek on swings we wing on slides we cried marbles play swords we flay should i repeat another beat marbles play swords we flay never mind what we find king of the hill jack and jill story told she was very bold jill rode jack on his back right over there under the stairs we peered like deer we all hushed behind a bush it was all an act that was a fact two bunnies rubbing tummies that was it don't have a fit we are kids yes we did run the playground round and round dodge a ball hide behind a wall scrape a knees fall on a bee hide behind fatty flirt with patty hide a corner there's a loner hop scotch here volleyball there shoot some hoops assemble troops we are kids yes we did run the playground round and round yet get this gee whiz stars and stripes borne teachers scorn now they come out to shout their eyes and voices chastise what fools no praying, too we cuss and fuss we play our way yet they dread if we bow our heads is this not preposterous all i know politics seed its ugly face bred 3/26/17-No rose again Note-Cyndi wrote in her critique (and I laugh at her) that it is demeaning to describe a child as fatty. Please. Can someone direct her and maybe the judges, too, to playground politics, anti bullying and the world that some of these kids face. It's called reality.Yes, they face this kind of ridicule everyday. It is sad. Yet would it be better to write a bunch of brown nose crap just to be politically correct? No. I just write what I see and feel, more of the pulse. No facade. And especially no artificiality that some here like to swim in.

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