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Dirty Words: Notes of an Online Journal
“Dirty Words”
I’m not accustom as you think,
To let the readers of this site
Be privy to my day in ink
Of so much of my private life.
But not to fret, could’ve been worse,
It wasn’t anything that hurt.
No dirty words, I didn’t curse,
Or let them reach inside my shirt.
The other kids would roughly play,
And me, the newest to be led.
They’d push me back until one day
I threw a boy over my head!
I looked at him down on the grass,
His gang in shock they didn’t speak.
They picked him up to kick his ass,
I ran away on legs so weak.
NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019
I’m not accustom as you think,
To let the readers of this site
Be privy to my day in ink
Of so much of my private life.
But not to fret, could’ve been worse,
It wasn’t anything that hurt.
No dirty words, I didn’t curse,
Or let them reach inside my shirt.
The other kids would roughly play,
And me, the newest to be led.
They’d push me back until one day
I threw a boy over my head!
I looked at him down on the grass,
His gang in shock they didn’t speak.
They picked him up to kick his ass,
I ran away on legs so weak.
NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019
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