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Rocks In My Head

My Brother said, I had rocks in my head
I swear, he did, that’s what he said
I told him that it wasn’t true
There might be some rocks in my shoe
Perhaps a few more in my rocket
Always have some in my pocket
A tiny pile under my bed
But absolutely none in my head!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Gauthier Avatar
June 29, 2018 at 12:18 AM
Very sweet, Kitty Lou.
Lou Avatar
June 29, 2018 at 6:53 AM
Thank you!
Man Avatar
June 28, 2018 at 4:37 PM
Kitty, love your funny family rhymes!!
Lou Avatar
June 28, 2018 at 4:59 PM
Thanks for reading them
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