You are given a short text as a title. Your task is to generate a poem as output that is related to the given title and should feel like written by kids. The output should be a run-on sentence (two or more complete sentences connected without any punctuation). The poem should not be too long or too complex, because it should feel like it is written by younger person without high level of literature education.

Q: colddy

A: colldy be a snowman he be my bestfriend and he the best
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Q: BLACK  and  WHITE {diamond poem}

A: black dark mad evil deadly bore see nothing-light happy nice fun safe see everything white
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Q: The Fight Within Me

A:
maybe it be just the hand that i be dealt never have luck try to figure life out i'm do my best to be the best man i can be but there's something evil that dwell deep inside of me i'm curse but i'm try to be bless every move i make seem to be a test the anxiety that sweep over me ca n't be explain it's like a minefield inside my brain random thought just explode and fill me with pain when it rain it pour when it pour it rain the storm just brew like a hurricane it spin and swirl spiral and whirl my brain and my heart constantly quirll what's right seem wrong what's wrong seem right it's a daily battle and it get bad at night i lie awake in bed fight my thought try to live right in a world full of wrong it's good v evil angel vs demon god v satan my heart debate it's god i'm crave but a slave to satan it's money i'm chase the way of the world power and fortune you can keep the fame i wan na be rich a man without a name but all at what cost eternal torture and pain in the fiery depth of hell scortching in flame just so i can drive a porsche and own my own plane a mansion in the mountain a high rise in the sky a yacht that's for the ocean dock at a private island a bad chick for a wife super model style live the dream or so it seem but once i die what's it all mean i ca n't take it with me it's now pointless it seem but what about a mansion in heaven the one promise to me with the street of gold and no more agony the pain be go happiness arrives people all perfect and eternally alive no more sickness poverty or hunger thru christ alone it make you wonder why be it such a hard choice to make life be so short but we have no patience to wait
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