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11. Мая 2006, 23:49:20
harley 
Oh wow I just found it! I knew I had it on my PC, it wasn't a file that was immediately recognised - and my mistake, its Linda Hurley who wrote it. Hope you like it now!

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THE PLAYGROUND

I stand alone in the playground
No one talks to me
I see the looks, and hear their whispers:
She's the mother of the 'little beast'.

The boy who cant sit still in the classroom
The one that fools around
The child who torments the others
And throws himself to the ground.

She must be a useless parent
No control or restraint
We'll go and see the Headmistress
And make a formal complaint.

We want the 'looney' expelled
You know the one we mean
The boy who runs aorund the playground
As if driven by a machine.

Who sends the other children flying
Cuts and bruises everywhere
Get rid of the little menace
How you do it, we don't care.

The 'brat' whose been banned at lunchtime
The child who has no friends
The boy who's never invited to parties
And Christmas cards - not one was sent.

The child who cries because he is lonely
As no friend invites him to tea
The boy who believes he is useless
And not fit to be loved by me.

The lad who is a 'loner'
Through no choice of his own
Who struggles in the classroom
And is made to sit alone.

The boy who lags behind
As hard as he may try
Who at the age of seven
Can barely read and write.

And so I continue to stand alone
No one talks to me
The mother of a little boy
Whose been diagnosed with ADHD

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