Poem. It's kinda rubbish. I'll write you a better one.

Our multi-coloured child-
Broken but healed,
Vulnerable yet tough,
Gentle;
Introvert-
Born to be wild.
Slipping on bubbles
Tripping on lights
Synthetic gumdrops-
Invisibility powers and rainbow nights.
Hears a pretty song,
Happy or sad,
She'll still sing along
In her golden raw
Low voice,
And, and...
I'm dancing for joy.

AN ANARICK

Ana is off to the Netherlands
Yo I heard the word from my brethren
When she gets back
There'll be an attack
Of Jose and she wont let her go again!

Mmmm Hedgy...