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Mad fat Michelle
That’s what we called her
Behind her back
To her face
We didn’t care
What could she do to us?
We were kids
No one could touch us
Let alone
Mad fat Michelle
They crawl through the walls
That’s what she said
Through the empty power sockets
If you left the switch on
You’d see her shuffle round the science lab
Frantically flicking the ...
Friday 21st August 2015 12:27 pm
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