Naughty Johnny attempts to make friends with school mates.
Didn’t allow me
Sit beside them
Allow me
Otherwise different.
Looked me
Smiled over me
Didn’t care me
Laugh at me.
Hands into my pockets
Bought chilly powder
Thrown on them
Deserve different.
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