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Sticks and Stones
That little kid stood by
the lake, not knowing what
step to take.
His father fed him to the
wild, an innocent boy, a child.
He threw rocks and stones, killing
the time all alone.
A man came by and took him in,
he was never mean or commited a sin.
Treated him like his and raised him up,
filled his heart his broken cup.
