Who`s He ?

by

Stephan Hovell

I`m packing up my toys and I am going home,I don`t like those boys all they do is moan. I only came round to have some fun,a brow beat frown within 5 minutes,and I am having none. All they do is fight,over things that are not theirs,yes I can feel the daggers,as I walk down the stairs. Should I return or say that`s that?,when a memory search tells me,friends don`t act like that. Do those boys not know,what`s mine is theirs to share?,or are they only out for themselves,and rest that matter there? I`ll tell my mum when I get home,how things all went down,chin up son I think she`ll say,it`s wasn`t you`s the clown. Maybe I should hang with chicks,but how much fun can that be?,all they do is talk about guys and watch them sappy flicks. I guess that I`ll just bide my time,there`ll be cool mates around,I suppose this happens to each and every brand new kid in town.

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