Crabby Ways

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You look
at me like
I’m dumb as
I try to cheer
you up by dancing
to the ABC’s
or Dora the Explorer.

You cry even
if I try to hug
you or kiss you.

There’s no point
in forcing you
to become happy.

You will always
be my crabby Jonathon.





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