Childhood Poem by Venice Roberts

Venice Roberts

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Childhood



He just wants to go outside and play
This is what he lives for everyday
Grass stains and blood,
Rolling around in the mud
Not a care in the world
Doesn't have to worry about a job
He just likes his corn on the cob
So peaceful, not a care in the world

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