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My Mind Digs Deep
  bullet   First Diagnosis   bullet   Second Diagnosis   bullet   Gifted
  bullet   The Sandwich   bullet   ------   bullet   ------
by Jackie McSween


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First Diagnosis
A doctor he says "it's a definate case
D iagnosis confirmed, meds. in my face.
H eredity for sure, do two for one
D rug companies love him, the deal is done.
A ctive young boys, they just need to behave
D ad and Mom, so busy, no time to save.
H elp, they cry "all we need are some rules"
D inner again, processed food is for mules.
A dditives the cause, there can be a cure
D ive into video games, calming for sure.
H old on its the schools and they just can't cope
D idn't I sell you, just fill them with dope.

Oh did I repeat myself.

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Second Diagnosis
A nother professional the answer is  here
U nder the table, my boy has too much to fear
T eacher wants this find, more funding it will provide
I ntuition takes a break, spectrum is the slide
S ystems can be perfect, they follow all the rules
M y boy doesn't fit, they don't see, they are just fools.


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Gifted
Spiders and squids they are my favorite creatures,
Oh what would happen if they chose to disapear?
I worry and search the answer is very clear, 
My mind digs deep - a lap top with all the features.

The universe is bigger than the stars above, 
The solar system is small my mind must go wide.
Uranus so different, it spins on it's side.
Sky blankets me nightly like a cover of love.

My mind is always busy composing a tune, 
These notes are consuming piano please be near.
The sound is exploding inside my head I hear 
I can't get the tune to paper to play it soon.

Gifted what does that mean oh I just like to learn 
It's hard when your smarter all things I must discern.


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The Sandwich
Spread the peanut butter oh so thin
Thick goes the jam so lunch can begin
Together goes the bread
Cut in four to be fed
Has to be the same or I can't win.


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