By: Ardis E. Parshall - April 05, 2012 Playtime By Bertha A. Kleinman In the midst of the jolliest game that I play,When the sun hasn’t winked and it’s brighter than day,They tell me to pick up my books and my toys,For they say it is bedtime for good little boys. Would you guess in the heart of a wee little lad,How he wonders a way to be wicked and bad?How he wishes that someone would teach him the wayHow to never be good when t...
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