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THE BULLY
BY
Hammad Jangda
VI-K-2
I see a boy,
Big and tall,
Waiting to bully,
Children small.
He took their lunch money,
And punched them in the nose,
He hung them upside down,
And stepped on their toes.
The children were too scared,
And stiff to tell,
Their teacher or the principal,
Because of his spell.
He bullied them in the morning,
He bullied them at lunchtime,
He was always after them,
Even at home time.
But now that boy has changed a lot,
He's helping children happily,
But there is one thing,
That boy was me.
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