Peg Kehret
Peg Kehret (Margaret Ann Schulze, born November 11, 1936) is an American author, primarily writing for children between the ages of 11 and 15 e 13 in 1949, along with 42,033 other cases, which paralyzed her from the neck and down and resulted in a nine-month hospital stay. Peg had each of the three types of polio: spinal, respiratory, and the least common kind, bulbar. Her experience of the illness changed Kehret's life, as she describes in her memoir Small Steps: The Year I Got Polio. Most of Kehret's books are based on what happened in her life, like The Ghost's Grave, there used to be a small cemetery up the road where she lived as a kid with the same name on a grave stone as the one in the book.
In 1955, she married Carl Kehret; they moved to California and adopted two children, Bob, and Anne. Before Kehret began writing children's books she wrote plays, radio commercials and magazine stories. In 1978, the Kehrets moved to Washington. Carl died on April 28, 2004.
She has a great grandson and 4 grandkids.
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I Ain't Shit
by: Big K.r.i.tNever a flaw
[Skit:]
"Go on get out of here with you goddamn philosophies and your judgments...
Who the hell do you think you are?
You're a loser, you ain't shit... You're a goddamn... "
[Verse 1:]
OK, not a moment to waste, taste the hunger on my breath
I heard somewhere that stress was bad for my health
I ain't dead yet, pathetic maybe, my girl shady
Say "I ain't stable", so she don't wanna have my baby
It's kinda crazy, indeed she feels he'll be
A mothafuckin' threat like me, why not? I ain't that bad
My playa pizzazz was good enough to flip, smack and fuck her ass
But I think I'll pass on the goo goos and gah gahs
Rather fuck hoes that shake they ass like maracas
I think, she think I'm no good, got it from her mama
She always starting some shit, I think that bitch is drama
We never get along until I'm pulling on her thong
While I'm digging in her skin, ask me "why I do her wrong? "
C'mon love let's do it one more time
You bound to get yours so I gots to get mine
Sing her a lullaby in the sheets, so that ass can go to sleep
While I plot and creep on paying rent this week
Might have to slang some dick to this lonely chick
Got a Benz kinda fat, but she got big tits...
[Chorus:]
I ain't shit, I think they wanna see me fail,
Laid out, played out full of shells, man I ain't shit
I'm hollering fuck a job for real,
I think I might rob and steal, man I ain't shit
Shawty homegirl like "leave that dude, " why she trippin'?
I fucked her too, man I ain't shit
I'm out here on my last dime, I think I play Xbox to pass time,
I ain't shit...
[Verse 2:]
All I got is dreams of cream and mad green
Smoke 'til I pass out, live life supreme
Cartier frame Polo no stain
Still keep that heater underneath the wood-grain
Puerto Rican mamis that massage my body
Feed me fruit, suck me off in groups, call me papi
I was playa loungin', champagne drinkin'
Another hour woke up, fuck wishful thing
Eyes full of crust, roll the blunt, shower up
Burn it down, what now call my nigga Buck
Asked him "What's the move? ", tell me what's the play?
I'm down for the caper just tell me where they stay
The ski mask way, never beg a borrow
If it go good today do the same shit tomorrow
For real, fuck what you think that's how it is