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this poem is about an six year old albino who isnt well liked |
| Grace of Life I could see it in his eyes, The moment he said grace, He's thankful for his life, Even though its darker then a murky day. I guess hes grown accustom to reality, His imagination is his only patron. He's a rainbow thats lost to the world, Hiding behind a pale sky, In the middle of a dust storm. |