Bad News
My Brother have bad News for me
He walk through the door
And i gave him a chair
He sat on the floor
As he don't even care
His face Was so sad
That I knew it was Bad
He opened a letter
And started to Read
That i Must go back
To our little home town
My brother was worried
And promise to try
To ask daddy again
If i could remain
Copyright © Ibude Garrick | Year Posted 2016
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