Fynley  Portrait Poem

 

My heir is like the golden silky sand blowing  in the breezy wind.

my arms like cannons shooting ball all thro the day writing and typing words.

My intalijins like atlantis appearing and disappearing in the my legs like v8 supercars moving like the wind and paring me thro the day. random.

My nose like a black hole never been entered or explored.

My hands like forklifts lifting and moving  writing and drawing things

My eyes like security cmaras watching everything and not missing a movement.my frekils like gold nugets all over my face.

My teeth like hammers and Knives crush in and cutting food

Be yourself and don't let others get you down     

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