In the year two thousand twenty-five, A boy of three point three, so bright, so alive. With laughter and joy, he plays and he dreams, A future ahead, filled with sunlight beams. Counting the years, a puzzle to unfold, Dividing the moments, with wisdom untold. The answer is clear, though hidden from sight, In the heart of the boy, shines a love so bright. So look for the clues, the whispers of time, In the joy of his laughter, a rhythm, a rhyme. For every young boy knows, as seasons renew, That age is a journey, and he's just passing through.
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