I hit he.
Knocked him down,
Skinned his knee.
Now he mad,
As can be.
If he asks
No see me,
Hiding here
Up in tree.
March 25th, 2024 — Poems for Children
I hit he.
Knocked him down,
Skinned his knee.
Now he mad,
As can be.
If he asks
No see me,
Hiding here
Up in tree.
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