The Crying Room (Poem)

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There is no crying at the big kid table

If you wanna act like a weeny whiny woo
You can go to the crying room

I don’t wanna my waste one moment’s sake
Over coulda shoulda
Didn’t do

You played the pan
And you burnt your hand
And there’s nothing really I can do

So you can figure it out
Or you can suck it up
Or you can run round chasing tail

But whatever you choose
It’s all on you
Or you can go to the crying room

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