Frouche
Among a sea of noise,
quiet statue stands by boy.
Not made of rock or stone,
cast to the side, separate, alone.
He does not talk, but think,
to cast away a shy sly wink,
He wants to say, but still remains,
with heart and soul and brains
with clear bold.
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