Many are raised when kids to do chores.
And accepting responsibility,
They could not decide they would ignore.
And the best part of growing up,
Is not feeling guilty about it...
When childhood is over and it's time to leave,
Others loving to skip around the playground.
With a doing of it continuously.
To think that a growing up to do,
Is something for the adults to choose.
While those remaining playing games,
Excuse the doing of it to refuse...
Anything connected to being a grown adult.
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