remember how it use to be in the third grade we use to laugh & play & charash each day in the third grade we learned wounderous things from our teacher so nice sat on marshmellow desks with teddy bear smiles--the world use to all make sense but that sense seems to slowly fade--after third grade in third grade we use to write with crayons we would make sparkly pitcures with glitter & glue we had warm cookies & hearts full of love & there wasn't a care in the world for me--or for you there's not a thing in this life that i wouldn't trade just to back one minute to third grade
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