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Nov 2014
I know a bully
He’s beaten and kicked
And when he tells others
He’***** with a stick

I know a bully
He’s sad and alone
It gets even worse
When he goes home

I know a bully
He’s locked up at night
He cannot sleep
As he’s filled with fright

I know a bully
He never gets fed
He hates what he’s done
Hates what he’s said

I know a bully
He has no friends
He wants to escape
But he’s going round the bend

I know a bully
He’s filled with red mist
He makes fun of my glasses
And of my lisp

I know a bully
He isn't that bad
It's because of his life
He makes people sad
Written by
Barnaby Harrison  Tonbridge
(Tonbridge)   
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