Light dance,
Innocent smile,
Stepping right inside,
Every third tile.
Bobbing that Puffy
Hair style, and laughing
With those missing teeth.
Evanescently flippant moods,
But an everlasting curiosity
About the little things in life.
Filled inside with
Tender youth, this little
Seedling, is squinting at the
Bright, glaring, raw rays
Of the severe sun,
For the first time.
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