
R.I.P. my smol child
Daddy! Daddy! Look!
My name is Philip.
I am a poet.
I wrote this poem just to show it.
And I
Just turned nine.
You can write rhymes but you can't write mine!
I practice French
And play piano with my mother.
I have a sister, but I want a little brother.
My daddy's trying to start America's bank
Un Deux Trois Quatre Cinq!
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