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move around puddles as rain begins to drop,
seeking shelter in a bus stop,
hitting hard as cars splashing past,
bigger trucks and buses make water blast,
soaked clothes on my front and back,
maybe it is better along the dirt track,
move around the mud puddles not slipping in,
seeing them down there i turn and spin,
bullies hang together in a group of three,
as last time they got me i was left in a tree,
now they follow as i avoid those puddles quick,
the bigger slips in and his shoe begins to stick,
the other two laugh it away and keep walking behind,
turning another corner for the bus stop to find,
a truck splashes the smaller bully so he falls,
as the last keeps walking ignoring his calls,
finally reaching me alone in wait,
teasing me constantly make me hate,
over and again a long time it built,
to hurt him now i will not feel guilt,
a fair fight is all i asked for,
i hit him so hard and much he begged no more,
the other two caught up seeing me above,
now they will think twice before giving me a shove.