The Kid


There was a kid with torn up clothes.
He had a very crooked nose.
He had pants up to his knee.
Oh how I'm thankful that was not me.

He had long black tangly hair.
How he did not have his share.
He looked thankful for what he's got,
even though that's not a lot.

He was very poor.
He looked like he deserved more.
And he did deserve more.

By Aimee G.


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