Sad
28/09/2026
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Paul DavidsoniNovice Poet
No Confidence
No confidence to write or sing What thought does that bring The world is full of broken toys Hope and imagination for a boy Troubles that are locked away Mother believes in silent play Voices hurt when they shout Do as you're told with a clout Not aloud to play with no football team Life to me is like an evil scheme I'll make you work and never rest You tell me god is love but your the best
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