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The boy who lied
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2001 once there was this boy who always lied
he told one to his mum and died
but no one cared
coz he never shared
so not one at his death bed cried
once there was this boy who always lied
he told one to his mum and died
but no one cared
coz he never shared
so not one at his death bed cried
umm...meaning? eheh those that lie die?? no..those that don't share don't get cried for at funuarals?? hmm..heheh love ya always Vicki (do it, do it, do it) heheheh yes it is still on da radio!
I like it, It's not your normal poery type though. Luv Nici.
Ashley, This poem reminded me of something my parents always taught me and my sister. They didn't care what naughty or bad things we did as long as we owned up to them. The lie told to cover up the bad deed was worse than the deed itself in their eyes. Great poem!