The menace
Where oh where has my father gone.
my bread i cannot eat, but use it to fleet.
These four walls of concrete torture me
with its never ending homework and tests.
But with a little from my friends i found my way back to the kinder witches nest called home.To the arms of my stepmother i ran,
unaware to her wicked grin.
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