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Child Of The Mind
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August 2002 Poetry Physically,
you’re an adult.
But you’re a child,
of the mind.
You throw a fit,
when you don’t get your way.
You’re immature.
No one can do anything right,
to you.
Everything is wrong.
Everything is bad.
you want no good,
for anyone.
God forbid anyone be happy.
You need to grow up.
You’re a child of the mind,
so don’t expect to be treated,
as anything more.
~*~ Jill ~*~
