This is my first poem, and all criticism is welcome.
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I must admit you hurt me Doc,
with "I don't want to go,"
though I was charmed by your alarmed
cry "Geronimo!".
Though it's been some time since last,
I've stayed through change before.
And though I cry, try to defy,
I'll stay for many more.
I can't help play my favorites though,
of which Ten is a one,
vying for a front row spot
with jelly baby fun.
Teeth and curls, brainy specs,
your lack of ginger hair.
There aren't many heroes with
who you can compare.
But promise me a thing or two:
like never ditch your ride,
I've grown attached to her now,
complete with large inside.
And find yourself that friend you need,
from our planet fair.
A girl who likes to laugh and run,
and doesn't mind a dare.
If you keep these things in mind,
I dare say we'll be fine.
Your new adventures, after all,
may as well be mine!
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Oh, I still miss you Ten...