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He's a keeper
When I was in the third grade only
eight years old, this little guy was
in my room he thought the world
of me, and I liked him too you

He wanted me to use his crayons
his pencil and his paper, I told him
I have mine I thank you but I don't
need yours.

Then I realized he was a keeper he
was kind and sweet I know his
family was so proud of him for he
must have done for them just what
they ask of him to do..

The precious little Man that all parents
want to keep not many are like this, but
he sure seem to be.

Author Clara Case ( Deen )

Brain tease ( eepkre ) Keeper.

February 11 2019

By deeny107

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