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11 Rules Students Don't Learn In School
A Bit of Nostalgia
America: The Good Neighbor
Bible Study
Bill of No Rights
Burn the Flag
Child's Perspective on Retirement
Disorder in the Court
Five Great Lessons
Freedom
Go British Airways
Great Truths
Inner Strength
Life Quiz
Love Is
Mean Moms
New School Prayer
Once There Was A Great Nation
Only 100 Years Ago
Redneck
Rules for Living
Rules to Gun Fighting
Sand
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Science
The Dalai Lama's Instructions For Life
The Truth About Diets
The United States One Dollar Bill
Things I've Learned Along The Way
Things That Work
Tolerating Europeans, Barely
Two Choices
Who Do You Blame
Word Play
New School Prayer

Now I sit me down in school
where praying is against the rule.
For this great nation under God
finds mention of him very odd.

If scripture now the class recites,
it violates the Bill of Rights.
And anytime my head I bow
becomes a federal matter now.

Our hair can be purple, orange or green,
that's no offense; it's a freedom scene.
The law is specific, the law is precise.
Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.

For praying in a public hall
might offend someone with no faith at all.
In silence alone we must meditate,
God's name is prohibited by the state.

We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,
and pierce our noses, tongues, and cheeks.
They've outlawed guns, but first the bible.
To quote the good book makes me liable.

We can elect a pregnant senior queen,
and the 'unwed daddy,' our senior king.
It's "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong,
we're taught that such "judgments" do not belong.

We can get our condoms and birth controls,
study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles.
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,
no word of god must reach this crowd.

It's scary here I must confess,
when chaos reigns, the school's a mess.
So, Lord, this silent plea I make:
Should I be shot; my soul please take!

Amen