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Pockets & Friends

Pockets & Friends

Pockets & Friends

Pockets Teaches Behavior To The Kids

Hi, my name is Pockets! My mission is to help and teach kids the good value of life. I have a lot of pockets, even on my hat. Sometimes I forget to do something, and I write them down and put them in one of my pockets. Then I will forget what pocket I put the note in. So, I add another pocket to my clothes, but in a different color so that will help me to remember that I put it in that color pocket.

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Pockets Stories

A Letter from Pockettes

Read to me Pockettes letter:

 

Don’t tell me that you are happy,
And that you’ve got it made.
Do you really think that it’s cool
By having bad grades?

How can you be a leader,
By going down the wrong path?
Being funny is not going to make it
When you can’t even do the math.

You can’t hear yourself thinking
When you are talking all the time.
I know now that you don’t feel pressured;
You can’t read between the lines.

I know that it won’t hurt others;
They make sure that they do their work.
They are not going to be in any trouble;
In the long run, you will be hurt.

Seeing your friends graduate
While you are left behind,
Even when you come to school late,
And pay the teacher no mind.

See what you are causing,
And you say that things are not fair.
People are trying to take care of you,
But you seem not to even care.

Hello,
My name is Pockettes.
I can be very sweet!

I hope you will be very smart
By having better grades
In the coming weeks!

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