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The dazzling me
I cry aloud in the cradle,
Aiming for nothing but a cuddle
After all I was a wee thing
Placed into my mothers hand wings
I give one of my proud smiles
For I entered the world ago just while
Those little babbling
Where my parents smiling
The tenderness of my toddler stage:
I do not remember
After all they were my parent's memories
I know not what I mesmerized.
Little pretty frocks I wore,
Like a colorful bore.
I hung to my dad's hand,
Playing in the beach sand
Nervous of playing with waves
I often stay with my dad near the caves.
My fantasy age ten,
Drinking apple juice in tin
Waving a cheer at my comrade,
I never felt sad.
Teasing all the passersby
With my dad scowling with heave a sigh.
When I reach my teens
{The jumble –o –tumble teenage}
I know not what I did,
But I enjoyed my life in bid,
Like a loose hair clip in a wig.
Shaking and reaching to win,
Some times I even stumble into a bin.
But I always have the glorious,
Support of my friends various.
And I feel like reaching the stars,
Breaking all the crazy bars
I know I'll succeed,
Some day or other without hurting a weed.
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