Gifted
(a dizain)
The young man has
no word, just sounds
He squeals and
dances all about
The future of
his peers—no bounds
Still smiles
and plays with joyful shout
He’s happy like
he is, no doubt
While others
his age have their friends
On family, he just
depends
He watches shows
repeatedly
While lots of
energy expends
And
we love him increasingly
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