Dylan died in the arms of his wonderful teacher and now is in the arms of the Lord.
Wearing purple and eating spaghetti until he can't eat anymore.
Stringing not only the spaghetti together but the people with his heart.
-Everytime you jump on a trampoline,
Be sure to wave to Dylan and his friends as you look up at the world's beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem