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Anti-sonnet I've gotta write a sonnet, a flamen sonnet, evry day. Tezza says it is compulsory; I don't know what to say! He wants me to write sooky stuff about roses, love and sin. I tried so hard, I really did, but threw it in the bin. I tried to write about me life when I was just a kid, but Mum would disinherit me if I told the things she did. And as I wanta save me skin, I won't tell about her drinking gin. |
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