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Nov 2024
Daddy smacked me
Snow flake I
For being naughty
It made me cry

When I was thirteen
I learnt to fight
I hit my daddy
Did it make it right

A violent slap
A punch to the
Head
In woke society
Everything’s
Dead.

You cannot live
You fear a mistake
Scared to take
A piece of the
Cake

It’s all becoming
A lovely farce
I did learn early
To wipe my ****.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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