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MY FRIEND PASCAL

Have you heard about that tinker and rascal
He lives in Paris and his name is Pascal
For he is without doubt a cheeky young guy 
Always getting into scrapes and certainly not shy

Pascal is my age and we go to the same school 
While I study hard he plays the ultimate fool
Always makes us laugh though it has to be said
A wonderful reason to get out of my comfy bed 

No doubt about it Pascal is everybody's mate 
Don't ever grow up Pascal and always remain eight

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Katina Woodruff...

One of the softess, sweetest poems I have read here. Great job. 

 

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