The Counter Crook

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    The Counter Crook

    Once upon a time there was one little boy who left his crib and

    never came back


    Twice upon a time there were two little twins and their eyes

    saw only black


    Thrice upon a time there were three little boys who

    lost their favorite bats


    Four times upon a time there were four little kids whose ears

    didn't hear just that’s


    Five times upon a time there were five little kids whose hands and arms

    turned red


    Six times upon a time six little kids after sleep

    never left their bed


    Seven times upon a time there were seven children who

    paid quite a bit for playing


    Eight times upon a time there were eight childs who were

    punished though they did their share of praying


    Nine times upon a time, nine children flew real high

    and down from the heavens they would roll


    Ten times upon a time ten children took a shortcut

    where ringing took a toll


    Eleven times upon a time there were eleven children, once so bold,

    who now raise only one hand


    Twelve times upon a time there were twelve young aspirants

    who will never lead sing in a band


    Three-tenths upon a time, there where thirteen children crying

    who then hung by their toes


    Four-tenths upon a time there were fourteen bright adolescents

    who will never again suppose


    Five-tenths upon a time there were fifteen teenagers

    whose deaths, though mysterious, didn't turn back


    Six-tenths upon a time were sixteen growing girls

    whose virtues are now painted black

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    sk8erpoet commented on The Counter Crook

    03-15-2011

    this is really cool..i love it..you had me from the beginning straight through to the end..great write..sk8

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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