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A short, weird poem I wrote [in my head] while walking from history class to study hall. I know, it's strange, but I remembered it by the time I got home, so, what the heck? RR!
Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 31 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 03-17-05 - id: 1861563
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"Call Us"
Call us young adults with lasting maturity
Call us teenagers with fluctuating hormones
Call us callow children who are ignorant
But whatever you do
Do not call us weak
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