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I always have excuses.

We made him play dungeons and dragons,
Build our dog house, drive us to the mall and
Teach us things our parents weren't allowed to teach us yet.

What is this I hear of sorrow and anger, weariness,
Discontent and drooping hopes?

The old house has been demolished and an orange construction fence is up.  Soon
No one will remember that the old house was here. 

My house was always decorated with modern art until I moved into the rather difficult to decorate Japanese home that I live in now.

He allegedly performed the songs on the harmonica with
A female pianist at the bar he operated between August and September this year.

She was stuck baby-sitting my sister and me.

Once I was forced to stand up and declare that "China does not restrict access to any content.

Life is too strong for you. It takes life
To love Life.

My excuse is that I don't have one.

I wasted through the night.

I asked, "Why are you pinching me?

 

He greets me at the door each day.

We have broken all the blackboards.

 

They said: "Today's St. Patrick's Day

I think it's very mean!",

Which makes my parents glad.

 

I didn't clean the mess.

I watched TV instead--

I think that's pretty cool.

 

But now I am much happier, though

I'm sure my heart will break.

 

Could I have done my homework?

 

I didn't clean the mess.

I felt it on my ear.

 

I wasted through the night.

 

We have torn up all the math books--

Eight spider bites and hair loss,

And then I felt a third and fourth, and

All the lockers white.

 

School is closed now:

There won't be any more tests.