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 They Are Too Mean Childrens Poetry 12/28/2013
 Audrey And The Deer Childrens Poetry 7/6/2016
 Look Under Your Bed Childrens Poetry 12/28/2013
 Under The Ocean Bank Childrens Poetry 3/19/2016
 Baby Boy Childrens Poetry 10/14/2016
 Playing In The Sand Childrens Poetry 3/27/2014
 The Drifter Cowboy Poems 3/18/2017
 The Tumble Weed Tale Cowboy Poems 11/7/2016
 Billy The Kid Cowboy Poems 3/21/2016
 One More Week To Go Current Events 10/31/2016
 When Death Came To Town Dark Poetry 3/10/2014
 Up By The Hill Dark Poetry 4/3/2014
 Pedophile Pedophile Dark Poetry 1/12/2014
 The Demon Dark Poetry 10/19/2016
 Just A Baby Dedications 8/25/2017
 The Birdman Dedications 4/11/2017
 Sitting In The Nursing Home Dedications 10/31/2015
 The Coal Train Dedications 6/10/2017
 The Coal Miner Dedications 5/18/2017
 This Memorial Day Dedications 5/29/2017
 The Sniper Dedications 6/25/2017
 The Fight Of Her Life Dedications 8/27/2017
 The Coal Miners Life Dedications 10/9/2017
 Just An Old Vet Dedications 4/7/2016
 Pop Dedications 4/11/2017
 Last Night I Dreamed Of Mother Dedications 5/16/2018
 For Mom Dedications 11/2/2016
 This Ancient Land Dedications 8/26/2016
 Memorial Day Dedications 5/27/2018
 He's Just A Soldier Dedications 11/11/2016
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They Are Too Mean

Ten little elves
Where working on toys
Building and molding them
For the goodgirls and boys

When one came accross
Eva and Audreys names
He said 'These girls don't need toys
They are too mean, that's no game

Santa sends me to spy
On those girls each night
They don't want to go to bed
And give the parents a fight

And, oh that Evas mouth
Goes yack-yack non-stop
She don't want to go to sleep
With the time on the clock

And that Audrey noel
Well she's rotten and mean
She pulls her sisters hair
Until she cries and scream

So I don't think
They need any toys
Let's just send these
To the good girls and boys

All the other elves
Nodded and agreed
To send those toys
To children in need

So come Christmas morning
Those girls may not have any joys
Because Christmas morning
They won't have any new toys

written 12/22/13 by Norman Hale Jr.

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