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My Parents

My parents are very young but old,
When bread gets old it starts to mold!
I wait for the day I dread,
When my parents get as old as molded bread!
When I get a very bad grade,
My parents smiles start to fade!

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  • supergirl2797
    February 28, 2008
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    you should write this poem next.
    i read this poem to my mom i read and read that is something i do dread cause now i live in a box outside when animals come out i have to hide.I guess this thing insulted them you see cause we are no longer a happy family.
    hahahha

  • supergirl2797
    February 28, 2008
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    hahahahhahahhahahahhahahaha good one


  • nichtmich silver member
    February 23, 2008

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    Yo! I'm a Grandma, I'm not quite moldy yet Well, maybe I ought to check and get back to you It kind of threw me when you changed subjects on the last two lines, but it's all still funny