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Kids By Kenneth Paul Feb 07, 2007 -------------------------------------------- Little Sandra Samson told me my day would come. She wrote it on paper with crayon and maccaroni. The message was vague, assuming there was one. So I responded to it with chalk and balogna. "I luv you" it said, but that wasn't all. "You smell" and "You ugly" I added politely. When she was done reading she let it fall and then ran off crying, quite rightly. To a boy of my age this was not to seem strange, I had done so three times this week. The pattern repeated and never did change, as she'd return with a kiss for my cheek.