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Temper TantrumsHaving temper tantrums Gets me into trouble every day, I can't seem to keep away fron them No how, no way. The baby marks on the walls And I get the blame, That's not how I want Everyone to remember my name. The dog whizzs on the floor And I get laughed at, One of these days I'll hit him with a baseball bat. My clothes are to big My shoes are too small, It's not a wonder I don't beat my head off the wall. Can you blame me For acting the way I do? If you were in my shoes for one day You'd be having temper tantrums too. Copyright Cynthia Jones Aug.22/2005 It would be nice to post the pic that goes with this write. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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