He's the man that holds the moon in his hand From Morvant, Trinidad and Tobago The words he writes are laced with honey Always gentle, kind and uplifting Loves his mother and his family Reads stories at bedtime to his nephew No nasty words will pass his lips Or allow his pen to be writing War and famine he abhors Words of peace he's spreading Who is this man with gentle soul Who comes in mine and your home He goes by Poetnumber1 A champion amongst champions
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