Sticks & Stones

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Sticks and stones

May break my bones

But your words will never

Own me

Stones and sticks

Are both cruel tricks

But I'll always be able

To outwit

Twigs and rocks

Though you may mock

Your words don't have me

Under your lock

Rocks and twigs

Are sad and sick

But I'll never be in need

Of your fix

Earth and tree

Both hurt me

But I won't stop from

Flying free

Tree and earth

Can steal my mirth

But you're too blind to see

My worth

So sticks and stones

You might break these bones

But you're the one who's really

Alone

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