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I once new a man who didn't judge life, A lonely old man with no kids or a wife, on my way to school each day I'd give him a wave and some smiles, but he gave me a stare that went on for 5 miles.
This is about an old man who would look to the skies, but only because he could not work his eyes. He would stare while sitting on a big red van. This is my bud I called Martian man.
After a month of waving to him, his face grew very dim. But even though this happened he'd do it with the worlds biggest grin. And one day when I waved violently, he gave me a smile and waved back at me.
This is about an old man who would look to the skies, but only because he could not work his eyes. He would stare while sitting on a big red van. This is my bud I called Martian man.
Now the Martian has stopped showing and it gives me great pain, to know that the Martian man will never come again. But hed want to keep smiling for the whole world to see, whenever I'd think fondly of that old memory.
This is about an old man who would look to the skies, but only because he could not work his eyes. He would stare while sitting on a big red van. This is my bud I called Martian man. [246 words]
I once new a man who didn't judge life,
A lonely old man with no kids or a wife,
on my way to school each day
I'd give him a wave and some smiles,
but he gave me a stare that went on for 5 miles.
This is about an old man who would look to the skies,
but only because he could not work his eyes.
He would stare while sitting on a big red van.
This is my bud I called Martian man.
After a month of waving to him,
his face grew very dim.
But even though this happened
he'd do it with the worlds biggest grin.
And one day when I waved violently,
he gave me a smile and waved back at me.
This is about an old man who would look to the skies,
but only because he could not work his eyes.
He would stare while sitting on a big red van.
This is my bud I called Martian man.
Now the Martian has stopped showing
and it gives me great pain,
to know that the Martian man will never come again.
But hed want to keep smiling for the whole world to see,
whenever I'd think fondly of that old memory.
This is about an old man who would look to the skies,
but only because he could not work his eyes.
He would stare while sitting on a big red van.
This is my bud I called Martian man.
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