Poor boy

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Once there was a boy named Jay

That asked his friends if they wanted to play

On a windy, beautiful summer day

With a grin they replied sure

And listening was a sad, poor boy at the store

He was bullied every second of the day

So he was scared to ask Jay

If he can play on that summer day

But he wanted to play

So he asked Jay

Even though his answer would be go away

So He asked can I play too

Looking down at his shoes

Jay smirked and giggled too

Throwing the boy to the wall it's true

And when adults came he ran away and said

Your to lame to play!!!

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