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Peter Snad
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Some Random & Some Good Poetry Whenever I feel down,
Or sad.
I remember a man named,
Peter Snad.
He always joked around,
Even when he was down.
Always with a smile on his face,
Frowned to smile in a Post Haste.
Good grades and good friends,
Stuck by hum in the end.
Always knew what to say,
When it was excatly your day.
If you were frowning,
He was Smiling.
He would cheer you up,
And hand you his cup.
He never did lie,
Why did he have to die?
