The mat is out
The cat has a doubt
In her head
Do you remember all the things the bad men said?
The wagon arrived
The wheel is derived
From the cave man
Do you remember all the things that you can?
The home isn't always the place to be
The rome isn't always the place to see
Or to emulate
Do you remember all the things you left to fate?
Yeah, I can't wait
Copyright © Autumn Rose Wood | Year Posted 2009
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