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It was my golden birthday,
I was two years old.
I walked up to a table,
Which had ice cream cake on it.
Family members surrounded me,
In my family room.
Next thing I know,
I’m in the swimming pool.

I glitched ahead to preschool,
Where WeeKnow held me hostage.
I cried when my mom left,
But my blanket kept me calm.
Boys were befriended, girls were ignored.
I got home and watched some Barney,
In that same family room.





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