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All Part Of Growing Up

Contributed by Jeff_Scott_Morehead on Wednesday, 24th September 2003 @ 08:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic: FamilyPoems



All Part Of Growing Up

I used to lie in bed, afraid of the dark,
Wondering if there was something under my bed.
I used to wash my hair over and over again,
Hoping I could drown out the red.

I used to sit at the table long after dinner,
Because I refused to eat my peas.
I used to carry tissues in my back pocket,
Cause my alleges made me sneeze.

I used to go to school, sit in the front of the class,
To make sure I didn’t turn out dumb,
I used to have to wear braces on my teeth,
Cause as a child I sucked my thumb.

I used to cringe in the morning when I woke up,
To find a pimple on my face,
I used to think everyone would notice,
Though I know that wasn’t the case.

I used to study all night, go to class all day,
Till finally the day did come.
When I got a job and became a grown-up,
After my growing days were done.




Copyright © Jeff_Scott_Morehead ... [ 2003-09-24 08:35:00]
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Re: All Part Of Growing Up (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Wednesday, 24th September 2003 @ 02:54:26 PM AEST
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Excellent write, Jeff...except...we never stop growing...
Glad to see you here again...It's been a while.
Hope to see lots more..
Hugs,
Jenni


Re: All Part Of Growing Up (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 24th September 2003 @ 05:09:49 PM AEST
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our growing days...done???
oh dear...I don't that ever happens,we just have to start paying our way through life when we hit "that" age.
Nice write.Great sentiments...
Angela lways...godspeed...joni




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