November 18, 2012
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When the times I have joy
People say I act like a boy
I become happy and jittery
I believe I’m so happy to the extreme.
It’s in my joy I have big dreams.
I see the world through new glasses
I run and scream through tall grasses.
I become happy I say.
I become ready for a new day.

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