A poem
Published 25 Aug 2011 09:30
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I go for a walk in my old home town, I see you wearing a frown you say
What are you doing back here my old victim, I simply grin and
Say well I came to see where you would be and if you're still making
People feel bad because you're insecure, by now a crowd has gathered
Of my old primary class 6c, I laugh at the silly names they shout out, one
Girl shouts you're fat my reply was I may be fat but at least I can get rid of the
Weight but you will never stop being a jerk. I smile and walk away, at last I am finally free
I will always just be me.
Helene M Adams
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