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His eyes are like grass in spring
His hair is the color of a summer sun ray
His voice is like thunder in a rain storm
Yet as sweet as a humingbirds wings
He himself is as kind as a new mother
He didn’t have to give me a shot
But he did and I thank him for that

What started as a father son prodject
Turned into meaning a lot more
Not only did we get to be its first cast
But we learned a lot about ourselfs.

I learned that Brooke was wrong
They were the first people
outside of my friends
I told about the rock
The look he gave me
proved to me it wasn’t right
I never would have guessed

What started as a father son prodject
Turned into meaning a lot more
Not only did we get to be its first cast
But we learned a lot about ourselfs.

The play is now gone yet will never end
It is new a cool if only we could do it again
Rosco do you hear me, thank you
You did make a change in me
I’m not afrad of acting anymore.
It is only a matter of time before it even more than

What started as a father son prodject
Turned into meaning a lot more
Not only did we get to be its first cast
But we learned a lot about ourselfs.

We were all tuched by it
Now we wait for the rest
of the world to find the play
that will change every one who sees it



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today at 2:01 pm:
It is hard to believe that Rosco left the earth a little over a year ago now
 
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