This Boy

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This Boy

There is this boy
Old enough to stop playing with toys
He has my heart
Had it since the start

It feels like we been together forever
Hope it lasts forever
We been through it all
He loves to play bball

He is my everything
He'll never just be nothing
He stands about five six
He'll never beat me with sticks

I'll love him til my last breath
I love him to death
Maybe one day I'll be his wife
And i'll never have to get out of his life

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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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