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Crazy
Don't touch don't touch,
Filthy child,
These are my secrets,
My one and only prize,
The things I hold dear,
You think I'm crazy now,
Then you don't want read these,
Poems give more help than you need.
I'd rather not be shipped away,
Sent to the place where the mad one's stay,
Let me be crazy on my own,
So don't touch these poems,
Don't read their words,
I told you why and I won't agian,
So go away and find another game to play.
Filthy child,
These are my secrets,
My one and only prize,
The things I hold dear,
You think I'm crazy now,
Then you don't want read these,
Poems give more help than you need.
I'd rather not be shipped away,
Sent to the place where the mad one's stay,
Let me be crazy on my own,
So don't touch these poems,
Don't read their words,
I told you why and I won't agian,
So go away and find another game to play.
Published 15th Nov 2012
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