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Ryan Perera Poems
My dad owns a lonely glove Of black leather It looks rough but it's soft Like velvet feathers
A Ds For Me?
Facebook, Facebook Why were you made? Why did you have to rain on my parade? When nobody paid to be on your face
I call this poem me I sometimes wonder 'Why me'? Why am I fat but not 'He'? Yes, yes, you know who
Comments about Ryan Perera
I don't get Nania and the Lion
The producers expect us to keep on buying
They bait us with the movies and books
How do they keep us on the hook?