An evil fairy in Mum
is making it hard for me:
school, pocket money and so many
rules of getting up and coming
home on time. I can be angry
too, for all fairy's sake!
Daddy thinks I'm difficult
he doesn't listen. I need glasses
and the oculist says I don't
just like Mum who always wants to know
everything, because she doesn't believe me
so why should I still
tell what I'm doing? As if
I am no good yet. But the boys
do know better, so let me
have fun, by fairied, how
else can this possibly be
the best time of my life!
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