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A poem for a man who deserves better.

Submitted:Dec 14, 2008    Reads: 142    Comments: 5    Likes: 3   

His name is John,
A man with a heart of solid gold.His name is John,
Who never learned how to grow old.His name is John,
A tortured soul.Feared by children,
like a troll.Horror kids,
with spray paint harm.Can't they see,
his handsome charm?And so he cannot read or write,
and walks his dog late at night!He is a man of flesh and blood,
treated worse than earth or mud.Riddled with ailments, the poor thing,
but by god can that man singBut he knows there are those that love him,
and thats what matters, isn't it?


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