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Premium Member The Unpainted Clapboard House
We had moved six times in my seven years
Always some apprehension on my part
At this new school, red-necked bullies to fear
Only I did not know about their art

Oh! I was soon to find out what they do___
It was enough to make a grown man steam
It...

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Categories: clapboard, abuse,
Form: Sonnet

Book: Reflection on the Important Things