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Hit and Run - TRI


He left the house in disarray
When cautioned flew into a rage,
A brat he was who got his way
This lad was spoilt from a young age.

When cautioned flew into a rage
And uttered words best left unsaid;
The mother cried and tears were shed.

A brat he was who got his way
And treated all with disrespect
His bad behaviour went unchecked.

This lad was spoilt from a young age
But then one day he went too far
He died in mangled stolen car.

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Copyright © Paul Callus

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