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Cross My Heart

I did not take it, I swear

You can check my pockets

My hands, even behind my ears

You can check under the table or the light sockets

I did not take it, I tell you

 

You can check under the stairs

Or even on my bed

Try near the chairs

Or even the shed

You won’t see it on me ’cause I didn’t take it

 

I did not take the cookie from the cookie jar

I swear, cross my heart

I found it on the plate

And now it’s in my stomach

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A story teller, a writer, and sometimes, a poet.

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