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Little Boy

I was a little boy
Now I am grown
Wished I had listened to the things I was told
Life use to come so easy
and seemed to be so free
now nothing easy and the ends never meet
I was a little boy
now I am grown
living on the streets
because I have no home
life use to come so easy
and seemed to be so free
still nothing comes easy
but I'm back on my feet
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Posted: Oct 2010
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Hi, 1956allen,
but I'm back on my feet...the little boy, now grown, has come of age!
So true we all at times wished we had listened. I listened to the message here, and enjoyed the readhandshake
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on Oct 2010
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