All by himself,
No one was there,
Until that lucky day,
When we all came near.
Smile on his face,
And just a touch of red,
He loved every color,
That's what he said.
Loves every subject,
And many different sports,
Playing Go Fish,
Golder than most.
Paulie so small,
Nine in six days,
Paulie so sweet,
He'll never fade away.
An eight year old Picasso,
Living in peace,
Draws what he loves,
Not what he needs.
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A Dumb Transboy's Book of Poems
Poetry*throws phone out a window* HEY HI THIS IS IN THE 2017 WATTY AWARDS NOW IF YOU WANNA BORKING VOTE FOR ME <3 Highest Rating: #337 in Poetry 6/24/17
