A poem about a teenager being grounded.

Here I sit all alone.

Without me love, without my phone.

For that one night, my face it shone.

But in three minutes my life was gone.

I cannot go out with my friends.

I cannot stay up until the night ends.

I cannot go on the computer or MSN.

I mise well go to bed at ten.

I cannot go out for a very long time.

My allowance has dropped to about a dime.

My life is over, my life is done.

Which means this weekend, no more fun.

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