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I wasn't ready
To read to Freddy
Or play a game,
So he called me a name.
I told my mother.
She got mad at my brother.
Now Freddy was sad,
And I felt bad.
We made up that night.
That was the end of the fight.
- by Disturbed Orphan |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/16/2010 |
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- Title: Fighting With My Brother
- Artist: Disturbed Orphan
- Description: I found this poem looking through a Fancy Nancy book in school xD
- Date: 12/16/2010
- Tags: fighting with brother
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