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Oct 2023
Billy Jeans
Lived next door
I was five
He was tall
He wore denim shirts
And matching jeans.
He’d squeeze me real tight
So I squirmed
And I screamed.
I kicked
And I cried
Until I was freed.
Written by
Sharkey Poems
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