{me and my own personal shakespeare.}
dedicated to the boy poet who taught me to rhyme...
one by one
they marched away
with tags and ties and testimonies
leaving me, alone today.
the last one to go left last week
for a place they call perth
but a warning for them to keep in mind
paul's been preparing since birth.
i know paul as a curly haird boy
with a gold medal as fate.
he also can spit a wicked beat
and was my prom date.
but now he is gone
to austrailia may he roam.
believe me i'll be counting the days
until he and all the rest are safe back home!
good luck paulie!!
i know you will blow the people of perth away
just like you did to the people of taylorsville high school.
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