Ode To Dillon Poem by Zachary Hale

Ode To Dillon



Oh Dillon, you are so smart,
So cool you'll even buy me a go-cart.
You like the same great music,
And care for me when i am sick.

Oh Dillon, you make the most delicious steak,
It always cures my headache.
You give my enemies a great big shove,
And he loves to love and share his love.

Thursday, May 28, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: enemies,music,ode,sick,smart
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