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Schoolyard Bragging Rights

Oh ya ,well my mom makes better apple pie Really,well my mom makes brownies With peacans and chocolate icing Thats nothing, my mom sewed me this new sweater from scratch Well my Dad can fix my bike anytime it breaks, My Dad sells bikes and got mine for free A hush, My Dad left when i was 3, no bike for me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 12/15/2012 7:51:00 AM
My nightmare was that my Dad never left. Very powerful poem.
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Date: 12/8/2012 7:40:00 PM
Carl, awee..the ending was sad...your mom,, made a difference in this poem....love it..pd
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