smile smile little child
one day the playground will be old clay
and then the unicorns won’t come and play
the barbies will get old and fruffed
and teddy wont want to be fluffed
you’ll finish school, you’ll graduate
think about your future when your up late
start a job with your boss macbeth
then work and work until your death.
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Posted on Monday May 7th
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