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Dog in the playground:Oh, no he don’t.He’ll come with me,You see if he won’t.
I like to stay upand listenwhen big people talkingjumbie stories
I does feelso tingly and excitedinside me
But when my mother say“Girl, time for bed”
In the line you hear a chatter.Up and down a clatter, clatter.Noisy schoolgirls scream and shout,pushing in and pushing out.
I spied a small lonely boy.I was his beautiful red balloon,from morning through to noon,