MY FEET ARE KILLING ME
"My feet are killing me," I complained,
But Mom just told me to rest.
She didn't offer a sword or shield—
I feel those would have worked out best.
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"My feet are killing me," I complained,
But Mom just told me to rest.
She didn't offer a sword or shield—
I feel those would have worked out best.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: AzTruyen.Top