King Mitch
Not 3, not 2, just 1 King Mitch,
Nor you, nor me, will have the nose, to sense,
Or air to breathe, the same as he,
Not strength to walk, or faith to leave,
But he, he has, live on, you must,
This world we live, it's unreal to trust,
From dust we came, and back we'll go,
And tears will fall, much feelings of low,
Don't go we'll ask, and hope to be,
It's something we didn't, prepare to see,
R, I, P, grandpa, my love is sent,
Not 3, nor 2, but 1 King Mitch...
We Love You
Mitchell James Jones
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Author:
Raymond Jones (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The man, that started me with music, poetry, basketball, and more than you could ever imagine. My grandfather showed me how to be loving and respectful to others in public, and in everything that I do. He made me the man I am today, and I will continue to put that in my everyday living. I love you so much Mitchell James Jones /King Mitch.
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