Kamoura Johnson
I like to write and I'm going to become a author one day.
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The lonely swings
A lonely little girl Sat on a creaky swing All though she'll make you hurl She had a voice to sing None would go near The entry to this park She make it very clear That she's the dog who barks "The girl with her head down" The children will would say As they gathered around And forced her to play The girl twirled and sung Like she had wings She danced and spun Away from the lonely swings kamoura kamoura