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Timmy


It was another morning and Timmy was excited for the last day of high school

Excited to say goodbye to old teachers and see the jocks act a fool

With 10 minutes to spare, Timmy stopped and got a drink

Timmy's whole attitude changed when he saw something that made him think

Three dudes laughing, putting money in their pockets and a pair of shoes in a bag

The laughing got louder when the dudes ran off and said the word that started with F and rhymes with Sag

As Timmy was about to walk away, he heard a really bad cry

He walked over and saw his senior classmate Chris with a tear going down his eye

Timmy never thought much of Chris, just saw him as the happy dude in class who liked other guys

But from what Timmy was seeing, Chris had absolutely no joy in his eyes

Barefoot and broke, Chris was to embarrassed and had nothing to say

Timmy offered him a ride to school and asked what happen along the way

When Chris finished telling the story, conversation became lim

But on the inside, Timmy felt bad because homophobia lied in him

As they arrived to school, Timmy gave Chris a pair of his brand new high tops that he never wore

When Chris lefted, Timmy realized something he never did before

After that whole seven minutes with chris, something great came into Timmy's mind

Despite people's differences, you must be kind

 

 

 

 
 
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