remember how it use to be in the third grade
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we use to laugh & play & charash each day in the third grade
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we learned wounderous things from our teacher so nice
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sat on marshmellow desks with teddy bear smiles--the world use to all make sense
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but that sense seems to slowly fade--after third grade
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in third grade we use to write with crayons
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we would make sparkly pitcures with glitter & glue
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we had warm cookies & hearts full of love
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& there wasn't a care in the world for me--or for you
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there's not a thing in this life that i wouldn't trade
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just to back one minute to third grade
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Third Grade
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| South Park |
