Honor maxwell augustine

Angel

My first poem. Age 5.






Angel
A'gel
I'm the king of the world
Ran pheeeeeeeeeew
Mmmmmmmnnnnnn
Oh
That's a lot of M's
He's a core! Why?
Heh-eyes
Oh he's a nackered o
He figh for nacus a
Hersa casawa
Whosa caresa?
No more
Were finished.
Finished.
Finished. I said were done!
Its not a word done!
I can't see the top bit or the bottom bit.
He cares.
a wanna
He's always ona
Honor
Ya wier done

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