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Struck Hard On His Soft Head

He was struck hard on his soft head
And since has been lying in bed:
The hurt spot a bluish red
That racing tears in the eyes bred;
A New Rap Song he had tagged ‘A Fad’,
The Guy singer driving quite mad … 

And now three days he’d got bad,
For sure to be never all his life glad,
His hospital bills stating ‘The Sad’,
The swelling already panicking his dad
And him causing to cushion it with pad …

You can’t believe it ‘A Near-Adult Lad’
Through in young deceiving jeans clad.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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