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My name is Nick


Roses are red

Violets are blue

My name is Nick

But for some odd reason

Some call me Nickypoo

 

I like love pumpkin pie

I m serious I don’t lie

I’m a friend with most

And not to boast

But a very sociable guy

 

I play piano and guitar

Some call me an athlete

I play soccer and track.

In other words I can run really far.

 

I roam with two younger siblings

His or her goal is to make my feel like someone is dribbling

My brain it makes me insane

 

I’s optimistic and enthusiastic

Bubbly and ecstatic

Fun and charming

But what does that ring?

Oh right a bell of obviousness that

My name is Nick

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