Sally Traore

Rookie (november 5th 1998 / mannhattan)

That Special Boy - Poem by Sally Traore

His personnality enjoys
lookings at the clouds
he is a lovely, caring little boy
but you know he a little too loud

He cried and cried as his face shoot me
beauty from the precious life
he is not the boy that you can imagine
stay away from the wife

He is my little brother
without dies without playing
don't even try to bother
because you'll die crying

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 5, 2011

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