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Timmy liked to fall,
He leaped and bound,
And played around,
Until they made the call,
One week later,
On an elevator,
He slit his wrists and died,
Parents mad,
Doctors sad,
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Timmy
Date: Friday, 2nd May 2008 @ 06:07:03 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: shinji_kusa
Timmy had a ball,
Timmy liked to fall,
He leaped and bound,
And played around,
Until they made the call,
One week later,
On an elevator,
He slit his wrists and died,
Parents mad,
Doctors sad,
No behaviour to subside.

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