Keith Y.

Forgive Me

Mother, I beg you. Forgive me

For I have broken my phone.
Yeah I know its not the

First time

But it was all an accident.
You must be mad 

Because your face looks like a raging tornado 

And the sound of your stern piercing voice

Like a thundering train

But I'm mad too,
So please forgive me

All I expect is to 

Get a new one 

Please.




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