Childhood Bully
Bill goes to a special school.
He's unusually cruel -
catches the bus by my house.
I leave as quiet as a mouse.
He's bigger, and he's older.
I'm always looking over my shoulder.
Oh, the fear, in which he filled me.
Yet, he never beat me up or killed me.
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