little boy not to bright name bo-bo born into a family of retarts he tried to make it on his own only to be slaped and kicked around years passed and the little boy grew but his mind seemed to stand still he tried to make it in the work place but he just could not keep up with the everyday pace there sits old bo-bo alone in the park feeding the birds right up untill dark poor old bo-bo soon will be alone when his parents die he'll loose his home bo-bo don't worry cause his brain is still lost somewere up on the hillBirth sign: Not entered
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