Camp

April 2, 2009
By Jonathan Vayalumkal SILVER, Congers, New York
Jonathan Vayalumkal SILVER, Congers, New York
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There once were these boys at a camp,
Who danced in the rain and got damp.
They laughed and they played,
Ran far from the maid,
Now they can’t get back to their camp.

These boys didn’t know what to do,
They just had their clothes and their shoes,
They found a scrap heap,
And then fell asleep,
But still have no clue what to do.

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