Were the corn grows high
Almost to the sky
The sun shines strong
This is were I belong
I was totally wrong
From of the sun
And the shine
I got freckles
Like little speckles
All over my face
I felt out of place
And big ears, maybe from the corn ?
Sometimes I wished, I wasn't born
But with the freckle, you get the heckle
Freckle face, ha ha freckle face
Not nice when your a kid
I usually went a hid
But Mum's are the best
Don't be depressed
She took out a French designer magazine
All the girls had freckles bigger than I have ever seen
Mum said, Son look they paint them on
So I went and got dressed and all is foregone
Moral of the Story : Be happy with what you got.
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Reviewed by Francesca Johnson (Reader)
Reviewed on January 22, 2007
I like the poem and the picture. My sister had lots of freckles when she was younger. My Mum said it was where a donkey had farted in her face! Ha ha. But seriously, a few freckles do look lovely.....
Fran xxxx
Re-Release! No longer back-listed. Return to the Olde Ways. The hustle and bustle of modern day life has brought many of us to a quick fix attitude.This book is for those of you who are fed up; have looked at your life and your loved ones and realize
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Fran xxxx