Last Day
I now it my last day mum you don’t have to make a fuss
If you do I mate miss the bus
No don’t even cry
Your embarrass me and in front of that guy
Oh mum ill see you later
I’ve got to catch me mate
That traitor
The little brat ran of with me money
I’m getting it back and she better not call me honey
Oh mum ill be back in 6 hours
See you later and feed the rabbits
should i go to unverrite are stay at home
should i get more educaitin
are lay low
should i be cleever
are stay at home
i now im note good with my speelins
but i dont mone
its like stand at a cross road which way should i go
Copyright © Miriam Bell | Year Posted 2012
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