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I,T,A

In Trouble Again. The bus is late again Ma and me feet are getting cold. I want to come on home Ma but I'm doing what I'm told. I've been and done the shopping I've gotcha mop-n-bucket. You know it wasn't me Ma it was that old fool Sammy Docket. We were just fooling around Ma having a laugh if yah like. It wasn't me who did it Ma, Sammy Docket scratched yah bike. And the muddy boots on your floor Ma, it wasn't me, it was him Ma don't you see. Now I see the next bus coming, can I come home Ma for me tea?

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Date: 2/15/2017 4:08:00 AM
I like the rhythm of your poem.
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