Dad, I Don’t like hiking! by Zane Baisley
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to the garden I go to pick watercress… This content is for members only.RegisterAlready a member? Log in here...
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EDITED VERSION The sound of the siren The flashing red lights Tells me of the danger That is about to unfold I hear two cars collide and crash Shattered metal and glass all around Shattered lives of the loved ones…...