Hello Sweety!!!!
"I feel his presents everywhere, he is with me when I'm hurt, when I'm feeling bad, "He", his name MUST be spoken and remembred, that name "Michael Jackson" When I close my eyes I see his face, I here his name spoken instead of others, he speakes to me through others voices, looks at me through others faces. When it is silent to others, all I can here is his voice and his music, it is constant to me!" This poem I write in honor of him, the King of Pop himself, Michael Jackson. Love ya 4 Life
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