HANDLESS FAN
once upon a time in a land so far away , there lived a young boy who had no arms and no legs. HIs eyes were sewed shut and his tongue was cut out, what an awful thing when you cant see and cant shout. hen he needed some help, no one would come, for remember this boy, he was missing a tongue . The neighborhood children (as rude as they were) would douse him tar and roll him in fur, pointing and laughing, this boy is living his fear....why cant it be he was just missing his ears. rolling away the laughter goes on.....another day of his life, another day has gone wrong. Cry , he can not, and yelling sounds weird when your eyes are sewed shut and tongue disappeared . Say good bye to our friend, look at him roll! no voice, no vision ,no life, a poor soul. He rolled through the mud andhe rolled to his home then e rolled through the door of where he lived all alone. The quiet is nice (the laughter is distant).....no matter what flaws he has, he should never feel different.
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