Hi, my name is Jerry Zhang and I attend William Berczy Public School, an elementary school in Markham, Ontario. Moreover, I enjoy debating, playing baseball (I love the Toronto Blue Jays!) or any other sport and of course Redbubble and everything to do with it!
Also, I love to try my hand at new things because a lot of the time, when I start doing something, I really start to love it (like Redbubble!).
I don’t have every resource in the world but I try to do without them. I hope you enjoy my work!
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Geoffrey stared intensely at a chip of wood that lay on the ground, as he desperately penned the final words of his thesis. He had sat, squirmish and stiff-backed, throughout another unpleasant day.
You can say what you want / Of religion and faith / The contentment it provides / The truth-relief to pray
A father’s unwavering love / Is bestowed upon a son / Too generously / But overseen / Too easily
Let’s go back To the times when we could frolick / In a field of purple, orange and green
Never can a son appreciate / Everything / That a mother does
I walk alone / Down jagged lanes / Hunting for / A missing face