Bully

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Life was but a dream.
I was not awake,
when children were mean.

Never was I lean,
to the children fake.
Life was but a dream.

I’m a different bean.
Couldn’t read, forsake,
when children were mean.

I had made a scene.
Drowned in Sorrows Lake.
Life was but a dream.

Those children were fiends,
never for nice sake.
When children were mean.

This grass is green.
I will never be fake.
Life was but a dream,
when children were mean.





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