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I wrote a poem once
about my children and me
I had no job or partner and
We lost our home, you see
Life was very hard
Trying to raise three little ones
Especially when living in a tent

Things got better, time went on
We had our ups and downs
But how normal can life be
When you've moved in from a tent

Just as they were getting ready
To move out into the world
A carnival came by
And took my little girl
Oh, she was eighteen at the time
Though in my heart she was still mine

The boys and I soon followed
Couldn't leave her on her own
So we traveled with the carnival
Going from town to town

Two of them met someone
While we were on the road
They left the chaos, settled down
To raise their families
The youngest one is on his own
And trying to improve

We went through hard times
This is true, but there were
Good ones in there, too
Now they're grown and doing good
And I don't feel so bad

I am the one responsible for
The childhood that they had
They learned some of
Life's toughest lessons
At an early age

And if you ask us
If we minded, we would
All agree, that it made us
Who we are today, so it must
Be okay, so if you're feeling sorry
For me, I have one thing left to say
"You can keep your sorry,
Honey, please, don't pity me"

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