Johnny
Why your not here?
I miss your face.
I miss your draws in the pages of your book;
those little horses and the monsters and the trees
and your little pencil.
I miss watch you singing while your trying to study.
I miss your shinny smile.
I miss your funny stories, about farms and cows.
I miss your happiness.
I miss your jokes.
I miss everything about you... John
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