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Feb 2023
Ratty tatty tap tap tap,
haters be dancing like
fly’s on crap.

You’re better than the haters
and I think they are jealous
they are not spoiled brats.

Instead the best they can do
is be ugly trolls expecting you
to pay their toll.

Well the bridge is burnt and
the trolls are stone.

Trolls turn to stone in
the morning light and
ashes can’t hold up to
the mornings breeze.

Like the big bad wolf
I huff and I puff until
the bridge falls down and
blow’s away in the mornings
breeze.

No wolf is bad so please
excuse the bad breath,
and would you scratch behind
my ears please.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
I was attacked by a troll on my blog and wrote this poem in response and I blocked the account and WordPress helped me get the account suspended from the platform. I am blessed to have a strong support system.
Amanda Shelton
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Amanda Shelton  37/F/Bakersfield California
(37/F/Bakersfield California)   
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