My startled face
As the bully appeared,
Rooted to the spot,
Under a spell.
My old best friend
Now a bully
His horrible twisted smile,
His hand coming toward my face
Just before his hand
Reached my face
I cried out
“Stop Stop What has happened to you?”
His face crumpled up
Like a paper bag
He told me all his troubles
And became a better friend
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Hi Summer. I don’t think you finished this. Send me the rest and I’ll add it on.
Thank you for publishing it and I’ve now sent the rest
What time do you come on the website so I can send them closer to the time and not be flicking through and waiting?
Brilliant
Thanks
Hi Summer. Sorry, but there’s no set time really. It depends how busy I am with various projects I’m working on. I try to check and update The Poetry Zone mid morning and last thing at night.
Ok thank you anyway