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| Growing Up | ||||||||||
| My life is a lone tree on a grassy knoll. Every day, I see the world glide by on its satin shoes. My childhood was full of a mother's love. I had fantasies and dreams; I still do. At one time, I thought myself awkward, not wanted. But now I have seen grace and beauty; they are in me. I hear poetry and laughter, music to my ears. I know of courage and love, of things lost, never to be found. And I have lost, friends, enemies, love and hate alike. Now I look for myself while my heart wanders, never empty, yet never full. |
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