n a world of color, a child stands still,Painted in silver, against his own will.A canvas of metal, cold and hard,The Silverware Kid, his life discard.Eyes of steel, reflecting the light,In the realm of silver, he takes flight.A lonely figure, in a world so wide,The Silverware Kid, where emotions reside.In the gallery of life, he's an odd bid,A silent whisper, the Silverware Kid.
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