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Christopher, my cousin


He is Christopher Davis My cousin with many faces No one can replace him He is known for his crazy and goofy ways And always dancing Favorite cousin is what he called me Only he could see who I really was He was always smiling And stayed styling He was inspiring And always shinning Life is indeed short But whoever thought you was next Even though he is gone His spirit is here Because he has only transformed One day the day will come when he is revealed Because he was the life of the party Pain never stopped him from clubbing My cousin always told me to be me And to never be upset And I will always remember those words Words of wisdom, honesty, and devotion He had confidence in me And he believed in me So for my cousin And for myself I will strive in life Strive to be me! And I’m sure he wants all his people to do the same And make sure you don’t leave here in vain And to never be ashamed So for you my cousin, Chris I am going to succeed And stay partying For you Because me and you together We are still famous! Even though you are not here physically You are in my heart and our family’s heart Spiritually!
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