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The old wood shed behind the
house,
Depending on how you
view it...
Was great for storing
winter's wood,
Unless you were taken to
it.
On a big spike
nail, driven in the
wall,
Placed there for convenience
sake...
Hung a leather strap,
somewhat worn,
It was used for give
and take.
Called a big dose of
persuasion,
It came in large or
small,
You knew you were going to
get it,
When that strap came off the
wall.
No room for trying self
defense,
No sibling
who would
share it...
Just drop your drawers and
stand real still,
When told you'd better bare
it.
Still kids grew up in
real homes then,
Respectful and
polite...
They knew the woodshed
didn't hold,
An 'Afternoon
Delight'!
Now days I hear of
'time-outs',
Parents counting up to
ten...
Those simply were not
options,
In the wood shed where I've
been.
(c) 07/31/05
Loree (Mason) O'Neil
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