Granny #poem

 

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They wanted me to talk

and by them i was tortured

to the pain I resisted well

and the sweetness they used

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everywhere they tickled me

it seemed to last forever

I ended up giving up to them

I confessed where I had hidden

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then the one and only key

from my well locked wardrobe

where are the sweet candies

who for them I had hidden

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– Granny

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