Jonathon
Jonathon never owned
a pair of shoes
or a football
or a bicycle
Jonathon never heard
a bird sing
or a stream flow
or his parents cry
Jonathon never saw
the crisp white snow
or a golden sunrise
or his fourth birthday
Jonathon’s world was
four sterile white walls
Jonathon ‘s toys were
medical machines
Jonathon could
smile occasionally
Oh boy
Jonathon
could smile
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