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There is a story that I'm told: When I was only six years old, A playmate I met in Uni parks; When her mother found out that I Lived just past the marsh, I was declared bad company. To which I did reply: "When I am rich and famous, I won't treat you as you have treated me." Since then, I have met many an ignoramus But never 'til this evening, did I recall the reply, Of a hurt, stung, but sage and sweet child: The six year old I.
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Sep 18, 2021
Sep 18, 2021 at 6:47 PM UTC
FortnightForFatigue Poem #6