innerchild
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deliciously round fruit hangs from branches adorned with the scarlet leaves of November,
but it's May.
She yearns for their taste and
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Clumsy moves on tippy toes
spinning on those itchy carpet floors
vibrant colors and familiar smells
he takes it all he takes some more...
mothers voice and soothing hands
knotted hair and sticky fingers
I cuddle my secret teddy bear at night
Holding him close to my chest so tight
In the midst of loneliness he can be my friend
Someone to be there, even if it's pretend
For I may be young or I may be old
