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Matt…..wearing funky glasses.

I am so proud of my son….he had at least 20 college hours credit when he graduated from High School. But besides that….he had people who looked up to him.

Here is a poem that an undergraduate wrote to him…..as a senior in High School….it shows how he was looked up to as a person. It makes me proud to know that he had such a great influence on someone elses’ world.

Dear MO,

Its’s been great

you helped me out

When I swam an eight

I started to pout

But you stopped me

Because you know us best

You taught me

That I matter to West

You have rare traits

Motivation, Determination, Kindness

Girls ask you for many dates

Your’re really mindless

High in your class

It won’t be the same

When high-school you pass

Leave us behind; to fame

To a girl with priss

Fame is what you get; to you only a game

How much of us do you miss?

You won’t see me win

STATE with a ten

The parties, the girls, don’t mean much

You drop all those things and see me push?

The LIMITS, the BOUNDARIES, the CAGE in I live

You be richer than George Bush

100% effort you give

How much stronger can you get?

With this level of fit

Work every bit

Your shoes always chill

Always in style

I’m glad I don’t pay that bill

A huge money pile

There’s so much more to say

When I’m tall I’ll be in an ice-bay

You doing real good

Staying alive

Eat lotta food

Shoe-size 2five

Never a mistake

Staying so quiet

You’re no fake

What Others try to take

Only what’s yours

Take a stick slaughter them all

Just a joke, but I’m keeping scores

Hard-style is better than Dub

Only a G could make such noise

Don’t go in a pub

When hanging with your boys

Or get a face rub

On a police car

The world is your toy

This is the many decades of MO

Not a year of Roy

I’ll cry when you go

Always Thankfully Mantis.

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