Poem: Mikey
1/29/16
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He liked to run fast,
And jog and jump.
Usually he'd leap around,
Never fall, never slump.
People called him,
"Quickster", because
He was always two steps
Ahead of us.
Though his real name
Is just Mikey.
But when he wrote it,
It was always too sloppy.
It tended to
Look like Riley,
Because he wrote it
Just too quickly.
He liked to skip
Around in the hallway.
Why he doesn't get caught,
None could say.
Mikey would always
Call out my name.
But when I turned around,
He was too far away.
He liked to run fast,
And jog and jump.
Usually he leaped around,
Never fall, never slump.
But yesterday he leaped,
A bit too far.
And soon only a memory,
Because Mikey is no more.
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