Get that nit comb through those strands,
This lice lotion best of brands,
Naught point naught between the prongs,
Not short hair, but two feet long.
Look, they're dying, I think we're winning,
Eyes all bloodshot, red and stinging.
Don't be silly, don't start to whine,
Mummy's got to be cruel to be kind.
Crisis over! What do you think?
Still got to get rid of that terrible stink.
Back to school, back to civilization.
Ready to pick up another infestation!
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
Fumbling, stumbling,
around in the dark.
Fighting, igniting,
flames from
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
A little bit of laughter,
A little bit of tears,
A little bit of happiness,
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
When your mind is set
On a splendid thing you want to do,
Some will shrug,
<Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
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