My King
Pappi is my king.
When he gets home I take him,
To my castle.
We drink juice and eat cookies.
Pappi works a lot.
I wish I could see Pappi more.
I never see Pappi.
He plays with me!
Mammi doesn’t.
But Pappi does!
I like Pappi, he treats me like a princess.
I’m Pappi’s Princess.
And he’s My King.
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PoetryAll of our lives are different. We all go through different struggles and conflicts. But we all share one thing in common; emotions. We all feel, we all cry, we all worry and we all die. We all have a story. This is mine. From my earliest memories t...
