Ryan who holds his head up high with pride.
Who moves like the wind
And wears a toothless grin.
Who stops me every day for a hug.
Who itches me with his smooth jet-black hair
As he whispers secrets in my ear.
Who laughs with uncontrollable force.
Whose mind is filled with troubling plans.
Who walks with a bounce in his step,
While calling my name for his direct attention.
Who’s there to stir up trouble.
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