KING The story of a girl who wants to be King:
When I grow up I want to be kingwith body guards dressed in red
on horses with royal names,
shielding me from these bullies.
No more broken bones.
When I grow up I want to be king
like the one on postcards my teacher
sent me: King George VI. I don't care
about castles, a mud-brick house will do.
I don't need electricity, I see in the dark.
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