I have a cousin named Steven,
He always helps me out.
Sometimes things are uneven,
But we always find a rout.
He always tells me what’s right,
And what is wrong.
He and I never fight,
We will always stay strong.
Steven is very kind and funny.
He always gives me things
Such as money.
Steven is my wings.
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Your poem is very good with good vocabluray. I could imagine that you having conversation with your cousin. I like how you rhymed with your cousin Stenven it is very creative. After reading your poem, I could tell that you have a good relationship with your cousin which is good. This reminds me of me and my cousin because we always discussed things and me and my cousin had a good relationship. Overall, I like the poem because I could imagine you and your cousin together.
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