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I'm Bored
"I'm bored," said Nathaniel on Monday.
"I'm bored," Nathaniel said.
"I've already drawn pictures over my wall.
Broken my window bouncing a ball.
Now I'm bored Nathaniel said."
"I'm bored," said Nathaniel on Tuesday.
"I'm bored," Nathaniel said.
"I pulled all the paper off my wall.
It got rid of the drawing after all.
Now I'm bored Nathaniel said."
"I'm bored," said Nathaniel on Wednesday.
"I'm bored," Nathaniel said.
"I've been out in the garden and raced some snails.
Accidentally trod on the puppies tails.
Now I'm bored Nathaniel said."
"I'm bored," said Nathaniel on Thursday,
"I'm bored," Nathaniel said.
"I've ridden by tricycle at break-neck speed
through Mum's flower beds. She wasn't pleased!
Now I'm bored," Nathaniel said.
"I'm bored," said Nathaniel on Friday.
"I'm bored," Nathaniel said.
"Today I dug up thirty-two worms
and showed them to my sister to see her squirm.
Now I'm bored," Nathaniel said.
"I'm bored," said Nathaniel on Saturday.
"I'm bored," Nathaniel said.
Today I picked twenty-one fleas off the cat
and when I had finished gave them all back.
Now I'm bored," Nathaniel said.
"I'm bored," said Nathaniel on Sunday.
"I'm bored," Nathaniel said.
"Today I spilt milk all over the floor.
Then blew it about through a plastic straw.
Now I'm bored," Nathaniel said.
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