PK! LOOK AT MY NEWEST POEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dearest Brother Of Mine:
I miss that beautiful room
yellow, roomy, and white-trimmed
You took it from me;
I hate you for that
'Cuz now I want it back.
I miss looking out my window
into the empty street,
where naught but a few children
run and play and screech.
You took it from me,
I hate you for that,
And now I want it back.
Now I want it back, brother,
now I want it back.
I want back the fence-trimmed room,
with yellow walls at that.
At first I had wished it
Purple, Green, or Red,
but now I don't care anymore
It was where I laid my head,
and soon I grew to love it,
It seemed to never lack!
You took that gorgeous room from me,
I hate you for that,
'Cuz now I want it back
Your color choice destroyed it;
That dark blue paint annoyed it.
I miss it,
That old Queen-sized bed,
You know I know it's dead.
I miss it.
You took it from me.
I hate you for that.
And now I want it back;
I want it back
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