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STICKS AND STONES

Sticks and stones, never hurt them bones
Names, cut him to the kwik
They hurt so deep, for to make him weep
More than any club, or stick
See the sun won't shine and it won't be fine
And it won't all fade away
And it don't seem right, that he has to fight
A world that calls him gay
So he'll hang his head and he'll live his life
While his soul is torn in two
Spend his teenage years, with his straight-laced peers
And a heart, so black and blue
The taunting in the classroom
The whispers 'round the bend 
The vision of a cold tomb
Oh! will it ever end
My love it's not so different
My dreams are pure and true
Why do you stand in judgement 
Of a heart, so black and blue

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 3/4/2015 7:46:00 AM
Sorry forgot this 7.... Hugs !
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Date: 3/4/2015 7:43:00 AM
Such a powerful write ... A beautiful sorrow ... This gives depth . For surfaces aren't real ...going on my Favorite list Peter .... Bev :)
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Date: 3/10/2015 7:44:00 AM
Thanks Bev.... : )