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 a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

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

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