Six foot four and weighs a ton,
broke the parallel bars.
If you're in his way its best to move
for Samuel Dan Delarre.
Fifteen years - almost a man
but dreaming like a boy.
Control is hard sometimes he fails
not meaning to annoy.
Stuck it through the Maths exam
he always was a trier.
But spoiled it in the end though amusing his friends
by setting his paper on fire.
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