Gedicht

it's very boring in the school
sometimes strict - sometimes cool
i can't stop it
i am thinking of you
not only a bit
i always do
you said no
i thought d'oh
inside i was dying
at first i stopped rhyming
but some days ago
i started again
i was writing about a man
whose known by every little child
he comes every year in chrsitmas night
he brings gifts for all the kids
last year the same he did

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