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[Young- One BedTime.]
I layed there in bed and folded the Sheets Back
Then started to drink some milk and Eat a Snack The covers were covered in Postman Pat People A White with a black cat taught me, Blacks Equal But after the happy ending there was No Sequel My mum told me to pick a story ' Sick and Gory ' My mum apposed, but i'd chose to Live the Glory While she read it I knew there's no Glory to Live It was then that ' devils halo ' Made Poorly a Kid As soon as my mum said ' The End ' I'd Pretend Im ' Conan ' that would always Fight Till The End Mum said ' Go To Sleep ' She heard my Two Feet As I boke rules, Pretended to maul my New Seat I had no where to sit nor sleep so I Would Stand If I was in a cartoon, Then I did have Good Plans Comic books never gave me a honest look on life They promised shook And then I had took it tight Hoping tonight wouldn't end like I was Peter Pan I felt the warmth.... As I sat near the Heater Fan Stretching my ears, So I would be fly like Dumbo Not that long ago I wander how the tongue rolls Fun goes When you know that this joy was false It had killed somone, Yet this ploys a pulse. |
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I will peep this in a second, my man...
In the meantime, you peep this... Firing back at Pot1ent... Ok... Peeped it. And... Huh? I dug the flow, thought the vocab was pretty nice. But I missed the meaning, I think. A kid who's been into fiction for so long he's lost touch with reality? And who died? Very good work, very well put together, nice imagery with the name dropping and descriptions. But I just couldn't grasp the story, dude... |
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