Many days go past
I sit under a window sill
Life is strange and dear
My mother told me nay
I say why mom nay
Touch not that which is not yours
For God said “Thou shall not steal”
If I don’t steal how shall I live
By the sweat of your brow shall yee
I love my mom and my pop
They discipline me till say I will not
Great is day that I can say
I never touch what is not mine
For both my hands I do value
Love and mercy I ever seek
For I never wish my hand to wither
Better two hands than none
By Felicia McCaw
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