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I see a little girl,
her plush red lips,
little yellow bonnet.
She smiled at the sun,
looking straight at the clouds.
The thick green grass and pink flowers all around her,
make her lacy purple dress stand out.
She couldn't be more than four.
She laughes as she picks the flowers,
smells them deeply,
placing them in a basket by her side.
As she gives that grin that makes the world light up,
everyone smiles back at her.
A bird flys by and she sings,
"Birdie, Birdie, Birdie."
She flaps her arms and pretends to fly.
Nothing can make her world turn up-side down,
nothing can stop her now,
she's queen.
She suddenly looks deep in thought,
probably wondering what it is really like to fly,
to cut through the clouds.
She's probably dreaming about sitting on them,
thick and oh so rich.
Her mother hands her an ice cream cone and she smiles again.
As she licks the cone the pink cream slides down her sticky hands.
The tip of her nose turns pink and she laughs at the cold.
When she is done she tries to stand,
holding on to a wooden swing near by,
when she falls she giggles,
not a care in the world.
Suddenly I shake my head,
look at the picture in my hands,
then myself in the mirror,
hard to believe that little girl was me.
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