My Pop
my pop means the world to me,
he is special aswell.
i love him lots,
but i never tell.
Your really good at soccer,
and good at building stuff.
you've got bug mussels,
and your really tuff.
i will always have you,
deep inside my heart.
that is why,
we'll never be apart.
Last but not least,
your honest and never lie.
it doesnt really matter,
if you cant really fly.
poem by Tamika Tucker
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