It's the little things
That seem to make him smile
Like the color yellow (never green)
And the song of a child
Chocolate he adores
Gorge he would if he could
Watching the weather
Word for word repeated
Verbatim, as he stood
Call him 'rainman'
Call him different
Or just call him friend...
For he lives in his little world
No stress, no walls, just him.
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Memoirs of a mad life (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This one is dedicated to my friend Travis. Travis has autism and is able to memorize things and repeat them back verbatim. His favorite is the weather. If you wanna know the forecast, just ask him and he never forgets a birthday!
- Category: Friendship
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