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Mind Games.
Is it all about mind games?
Or is it all an act?
Have all these ruddy teenagers...
Made up their own pact?
They constantly try our patience,
And drive us mums insane!
Is it all a ruse?
Or a calculated game!
Is it all about mind games?
Or are they that clever at all
Can they outwit us mother's?
Or are they heading for a fall?
Methinks that they are hopeless?
In their unfailing quest!
To try us mother's patience,
By putting us through a test!
Kids, what a word...
And hormones...yesireeeee!
Just a pain in the bum!
That's what kids are you see.
© Catherine Inglesby 1996
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