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Under the Sun , I Was a Good Boy
Under the sun I was a good boy
I never did wrong.
The trees were very giving
As I climbed
The highest branch
Under the sun , I was a good boy
Who never did wrong
The light would stay
Till I was too tired
To kick a ball
But at home, I was bad boy
Who always did wrong.
The dark spelt
Foreboding
Trembling
Till...
The light broke way
Friday 7th May 2021 12:16 pm
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