I'm so confused:
I don't know
I'm s'posed to obey:
Today in school,
Said to us, "...if you don't
spatter the mirror,
you're not brushing
Now MOM is mad....
but the lady
wiping the mirror.
(Written as a retrospective over 20 years after my jr. high school days... ;-) )
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© 6-5-10 C.E. (Carl) Elias
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