I am good boy in the society.
I can dance ?
I can write song ?
I am active & lover boy.
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The park bench was deserted as I sat down to readBeneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree.Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,For the world was intent on dragging me down.
And if that werent enough to ruin my day,A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.He stood right before me with his head tilted downAnd said with great excitement, Look what I found!
In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,With its petals all worn, not enough rain or too little light.Wanting him to take his dead flower