Eight by Haddie Brenner

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Oct 2017

Eight

I see me,
Walking,
Down the street,
Looking utterly, foolishly, obtusely, insanely, ridiculously,
Happy.
I'm eight.
After that,
I broke my pate,
I gained my freight,
I found my hate.

Written by

Haddie Brenner London

(London)

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