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We were at the Boy Scouts meeting place.
I was racing around at a quick pace.
When the door swung open
I hit my head.
For a quick second I thought I was dead.
It was just a game of tag.
No one thought anyone would get hurt.

My dad drove me home in record time.
My mom was not happy, not one bit.
I thought that my mom would throw a fit,
So we went to the doctor and got me stitched up.
Next time I go I hope it’s just a checkup.





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