The Fight
I have a firend.
We had a fight.
I cried myself
to sleep last night.
And when I see
my friend today,
I’ll say, “I’m sorry.
Want to play?”
I hope she’ll say
she’s sorry, too –
I’m sure she will –
that’s what friends do.
I have a firend.
We had a fight.
I cried myself
to sleep last night.
And when I see
my friend today,
I’ll say, “I’m sorry.
Want to play?”
I hope she’ll say
she’s sorry, too –
I’m sure she will –
that’s what friends do.
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