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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