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We're Growing Up
We hit the pinata
With so much joy
And so much laughter
Like we’re little again.
We pile onto the hammock
Like we’ve always done
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I rode down your street
I rode
Down your street
The other day.
It’s always
Going to be
Your street,
Even though
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Just a Bracelet
After 5th grade,
My bracelet
Was a brown bead
On a thin white string.
After 6th grade,
My bracelet
Was a green bead
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Loves
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I Hate But...
I hate the way he talks
But his voice sends me to laughter
I hate his hair
And yet when he runs his hands
Through it
I get butterflies
I hate the way he is everywhere
But I look for him
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