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This is a poem I wrote myself...I want ur opinion...and plz remember my nickname is Lee Lee..... The boy down the street is homeless and cold His clothes are worn and tattered I sit and I watch as he begs for food but I am not to think of him but only of myself, not anything that mattered I changed my philosophy one day as it came to me I went to him an called him to come to my home by the sea Now I watch as he looks full of life having a feast And I am am finally happy Not sad in the leastTHE END!!Plz rate it 0/10-10/10Remember i'm only 10 yrs old
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