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BROKE BOY
A tale of a boy who lived by destruction
New toys at Christmas they'd break when he'd touch them
If the label said keep dry then no doubt it got wet
He scratched dvds and danced on his train set
He'd climb any height to get were was needed
Danger keep out but this boy proceeded
If he couldn't go through it he went over or under
Mayhem on school trips made sun turn ...
Thursday 24th August 2023 2:31 pm
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