Hannah Six: Poems
Friday, September 20, 2019
An angry, spoiled boy: Part 3 (Day 975)
III
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Finally, he wore his welcome thin—
No one else would play with him.
Ignored, he lashed out, threatened, crying:
“You’ll lose!” But they knew he was lying.
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
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