I Did It

When you stole from my friend
It made my heart ache.
But for you I’ll pretend
It was my mistake.

Though you lied to my dad
My flaw it became.
Cheer up and be glad
Because I took the blame.

You would covet and cheat,
And curse and assault.
Now my work is complete;
It was all my fault.


That poem was written by the famous poet of old, Yours Truly.

I don’t usually post things on my blog that someone else wrote, and if I did I would give the source.

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