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

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