The Deed
The deed
That time at the market
When my mom was yelling park it
I went into the store
And saw many things to adore
One I took under their nose
I tip-toed with my toes
I said to my mom I did something wrong
But she just said leave it to mom
So I waited for what she was to do
We couldn’t fix it I already knew
We forgot about it to the wind
Soon I left myself to find
The real me inside
But myself I couldn’t find
Copyright © Harry Brown | Year Posted 2012
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