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My small life story


My Fairy Land

Once upon a time, Melo was a bad kid

He was a huge follower

And Omg was he such a pig!

He was born in a terrible area, where no one could be a coward

So he followed after his brothers

Because he didn’t realize he was such a follower

          Melo never backed down

He always fitted in

And Omg he grew up with several friends

And now they’re all gone

Beyond the dust in the wind

You would think he would have learned

But no, he still follows

He just won’t learn

Until things become sorrow

          Than basketball came

And he thought he was good

But really he couldn’t shoot

But at the time no one could

Basketball was his way out

and he followed his dreams

and now look at him

Playing D3 ball at Lakeland university

Fulfilling his dreams!

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