Kindergarden Diaires

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My heart is like play-doh;And you're the toddler who's shaping it any way you want.
And sometimes the pieces of the clay are lost behind the cushions of my couch.
Maybe I shouldn't have let you play with it; it does, afterall say "for ages three and up."
And before you put it back where it belongs, you found the Legos you said you where only friends with.
Maybe when you get older, you'll learn to pick up after yourself.
My heart I can pick up myself.





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simpleithink said...
May 10, 2009 at 5:08 pm
I was really touched by this,on so many levels I can relate. Spencer all I have to say is keep writing
 
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