BUBBLE GUM

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  • Childhood

    BUBBLE GUM

    I STOPPED TO SEE SOME CHILDREN PLAY

    AS THEY SWUNG WAY UP HIGH

    WENT TO TAKE ANOTHER STEP

    BUT THEN I SAW A FLY.

    ALL TANGLED UP INSIDE A WEB

    AND HE COULD NOT GET FREE

    I FELT REAL SORRY FOR THE FLY

    UNTIL THE FLY WAS ME.

    I WAS TRAPPED IN BUBBLE GUM

    UNDERNEITH MY FEET

    GOOIE, YUKY, STICKY GUM

    IN THE SUMMER’S HEAT.

    DO YOU KNOW HOW I GOT LOOSE

    JUST HOW I GOT FREE?

    I HAD TO LEAVE THE STICKY SHOE

    IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET.



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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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