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To Whom it may Concern
Contributed by
kaysea
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Friday, 4th November 2005 @ 04:20:24 PM in AEST
Topic:
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Remember when you had him
You had waited for so long
You took that little bundle home
As new parents youd do no wrong
Im sure you did your best
To raise him how you should
To teach him all hed need to know
The best way that you could
Say mommy and say daddy
And dont go in the road
Yes please and no thank you
His manners he would know
Then you helped with math
And taught to read and write
What a big boy hes becoming
Your hearts are filled with pride
But the one thing youve forgotten
and the main one he needs to know
Is how you treat the other kids
Instead of putting on a show
You shouldnt push the smaller kids
Or throw them to the ground
You shouldnt call them nasty names
Just cause theres no one big around
Dont hurt someone because their different
Dont make the others cry
You didnt think he had it in him
To be that kind of guy
But thats what he is
Your sweet and handsome son
Hes the schools biggest bully
That thinks hes better than everyone
Sometimes Id like him to walk in our shoes
To see that its not so fun
But because of the way my parents raised me
I wouldnt wish that on anyone
Copyright ©
kaysea
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2005-11-04 16:20:24]
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Re: To Whom it may Concern
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by Evening_Star on
Friday, 4th November 2005 @ 04:30:31 PM AEST
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Amazing. The way that children will treat other children. I remember being friends in school with the children who were bullied or always made fun of. And as adults or teens the hate they carry towards the people who made fun of them never leave.
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