so many poems written
reading them my soul being bitten
small stories of life 'u hav shown them
in your simple poems
ur poems are...errr...cute! !
He was born cryingAnd people around him smilingTo lonely he was a friendTo every one he was godsendA son of god that descendTo elders he would bendHe was all in the new trendHe always had a hand to lendAnd on him you could always depend