Jackboy
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Toe is in the water |
Location: North UK
Registered: August 2016
Messages: 69
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DYSLEXIA.
VERSE 1
There's something deep inside my head,
My parents didn't know.
It makes us mix the words around, but we'll have another go.
But when we've tried a dozen times our concentration goes,
And then our fantasies arrive, to take us no-one knows.
CHORUS.
Dyslexia, Dyslexia, that's how the story goes.
Dyslexia, Dyslexia, not everybody knows.
It makes the letters dance around, the books and on the paper;
But though they call us special kids, it don't do any favours.
VERSE 2.
The problem's always been with me, as far back as I know;
It takes my childhood fantasies, and makes the colours flow.
When normal class work gets too much, the letters start to move,
They get reversed and upside down, no rubber can remove.
CHORUS.
Dyslexia, Dyslexia, that's how the story goes.
Dyslexia, Dyslexia, not everybody knows.
It makes the letters dance around, the books and on the paper;
But though they call us special kids, it don't do any favours.
VERSE 3.
And though it seems I'm all alone, with this very old condition.
There's plenty more in history please hear my own rendition.
There's Disney and da Vinci, and Albert Einstein too,
So I guess I'm not so special, if I'm on that list with you.
CHORUS.
Dyslexia, Dyslexia, that's how the story goes.
Dyslexia, Dyslexia, not everybody knows.
It makes the letters dance around, the books and on the paper;
But though they call us special kids, it don't do any favours.
By Jack D. Harrison.
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