He got the rhythm till neck and toe,, the boy who recalled as Sam, he admits to eating tiny little ham on the home maid plate, the day of his life, he adores to slam dunk in many of bluish colored basketball, he kept his ultimate groove, the smiles were legend to him, he can jam on the dance floor handsomely indeed, a young boy named Sam to walk and talk sweet, he worship to chalk into the western sidewalk, he looks up to the world so inglorious by day after all, he lived enchanted land, he falling in love to sing low and high notes
Written by
Michael James Brindley
11-14-18
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