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I am  strongly stringed puppet boy I am jointed and hinjed by a cord I jump as high as my master calls I tell lies everytime, my nose grows I am just toy not a boy of course I lie about my feelings  more I fake things up to be endorsed I move and dance to his guitar I choose to live life but I die I only cross my heart and lie Had anyone told me the trick Then I'll always tell the truth I will accept myself  and be discrete I will stay inert along the busy streets I will grow to become a boy and be real When they tell my fairytales I shall be known as a real boy I won't be just a wooden toy I won't be my masters puppet But just be a living pinocchio
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Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 7:36 AM UTC
Pinocchio
I am  strongly stringed puppet boy I am jointed and hinjed by a cord I jump as high as my master calls I tell lies everytime, my nose grows I am just toy not a boy of course I lie about my feelings  more I fake things up to be endorsed I move and dance to his guitar I choose to live life but I die I only cross my heart and lie Had anyone told me the trick Then I'll always tell the truth I will accept myself  and be discrete I will stay inert along the busy streets I will grow to become a boy and be real When they tell my fairytales I shall be known as a real boy I won't be just a wooden toy I won't be my masters puppet But just be a living pinocchio
Lefa_Ndlovu
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Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 7:36 AM UTC
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