He always had this habit
'Tap tap tap' his pen would
whizzle nosily.
After school those frantic pattering of footsteps
His backpack flying across the blue skies
The sound of a boy falling on the group
"123" SLAM DUCK
Defying gravity
And suddenly,
He seemed very cool
Those dreams he chased
Nothing to stop
Who says physical imperfections
Have a right to rule your life
The boy who rose above the crowd
The boy I admired.
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