He came from the earth infused from above. He swayed the crowd with laugher and love. His game grew big swift with a fame. They loved his craft and loved his name. He enjoyed his life it pleased his heart. The days rambled on so far from his start. Life comes so quickly now days are a blur. He ponders on things his mind is a slur. Like a puppet he moves feels like a toy. He awaits for a day to become a real boy.
13 Jan 2020 Leave a comment
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