Jack and Jill went up the hill, but Jill was too sad and tired to go back down.
Maybe Humpty Dumpty didn't fall off the wall, maybe he jumped instead.
Baa baa Black sheep was tired of the everyday racism he was facing.
Mary had a little lamb, who she held onto as she cried at night.
Rock a bye baby in the treetop,
Wipe your tears and don't jump off, someone loves you too much for this.
Nursery rhymes are what we grow up on, but most of them are liars.
You have to see through the lies..trust yourself. Only yourself.
So hush little baby, don't you fret,
We'll sit here and cry together.
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Casual Calamities -poetry
Poetry#2 IN BALLAD!!!! #3 IN COLLECTIONOFPOEMS!!!! #3 IN COLLECTIONOFPOETRY!!! I wish for these to inspire. I wish for these to love and be loved. I wish for these to help. I wish for these to be experienced, not just read. I wish they were enough for...
