The Poem

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Ronan was a boy,

An unlucky one at that.

He had a happy life,

The keyword is had.

He did live to four,

But then developed cancer.

He lost his golden hair,

And his blue eyes dimmed.

His dinosaurs were still used,

Until that sad day came.

Those hand-me-downs we no longer needed,

Yet they were still kept.

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