Kevin Nash, a giant teddy bear,Built like a mountain, soft as a prayer.Arms like oak trees, wide and strong,But his heart hums a gentle song.He stomps through rooms with thunderous grace,Yet kindness lives upon his face.A laugh that rumbles, deep and wide,A place where worries go to hide.He’s the kind of giant you lean into,When the world feels sharp and cold.A steady presence, warm and true,Worth more than fists of gold.So call him big, call him grand,But know this truth, and know it well:Behind the size, behind the stand,Lives Kevin Nash—A giant teddy bear.
>>19825589KWAB
Was he really
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>>19825589>89KWADS
>>19825589Very nice poem, anon. Kevin Nash do be like that.
>>19825892>92KEVIN NASH WAS RAPEDKWAB
>>19825892>92wolfpedossiytrannyxirs...!!???
>>19825892>92lundy....
>>19825589We know, Liam. Do we really need to send another one to your father?
>>19825892>92HOW DOES IT KEEP HAPPENIGN
