Big street
Little feet little feet
Pitter patter pitter patter
Little feet big street
Does it even matter
Little feet skip a beat.
Fall and hit the concrete
Little feet get back up
Even though it was kind of tough
Skip a beat on repeat
Isn’t always fun
But we’d be way too hot
If the clouds never masked the sun
Little feet little feet
Growing up is kind of tough
But you will always be enough
This poem is about:
Me
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