ava smith


My one and only hero


My hero is the best
He is better than all the rest
My hero doesn’t like to admit
That he is my hero when he dose his little bit

My hero has love and respect
Even he is my prime subject
My hero is always on my mind
Even though he is smart and kind
My hero has a special name
But I can’t tell you it cause it would put him in shame

My hero loves to pull a trick
He is not smart no is he very thick?
My hero makes me smile even though I feel crying
He says 'I will always love you even though I am dyeing'

Submitted: Friday, February 06, 2009

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  • Donkey Lax (10/17/2009 11:55:00 AM)

    this is so nice and reminds me of a member of my family that is dying that i will always love xxxxxxxx he will always be my hero xxxxx (Report) Reply

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