Friends, Fucking, and School: Poem_
 for
 your_sprog
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 years
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 When Little Timmy went to school
 And mastered one to nine,
 He thought the other kids were cool,
 And every class divine.
 He painted shapes in red and blue,
 And drew in curves and bends
 And by the time the day was through,
 He'd made a hundred friends!
 I'm pals with Pete, and Mike, and Max!"
 He told his pa with pride.
 But Timmy's folks were anti-vax.
 And Timmy fucking died.
Friends
Friends

Friends

Fucking
Fucking

Fucking

School
School

School

Blue
Blue

Blue

Cool
Cool

Cool

Kids
Kids

Kids

Time
Time

Time

Thought
Thought

Thought

Anti
Anti

Anti

red
red

red

class
class

class

divine
divine

divine

one
one

one

pride
pride

pride

day
day

day

nine
nine

nine

poem
poem

poem

the time
the time

the time

mike
mike

mike

made
made

made

for
for

for

shapes
shapes

shapes

went
went

went

pals
pals

pals

were
were

were

through
through

through

ago
 ago

ago

years
 years

years

drew
 drew

drew

timmy
 timmy

timmy

2 years
 2 years

2 years

painted
 painted

painted

None
None

None

None
None

None

And
And

And

Other
Other

Other

Pete
Pete

Pete

Anti Vax
Anti Vax

Anti Vax

When
When

When

But
But

But

Curves
Curves

Curves

The
The

The

Points
Points

Points

Died
Died

Died

Your
Your

Your

Every
Every

Every

Told
Told

Told

Poem For Your Sprog
Poem For Your Sprog

Poem For Your Sprog

Sprog
Sprog

Sprog

Vax
Vax

Vax

Little Timmy
Little Timmy

Little Timmy

Was
Was

Was

With
With

With

Timmys
Timmys

Timmys

Folks
Folks

Folks

His
His

His

He Thought
He Thought

He Thought