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Her


Blondish brown hair,

She only stands three feet tall,

She's the only one in this world,

That can make sure that I don't fall.

 

We could pretend that we were camping,

Or play hide and seek,

It would be an awesome adventure,

To climb to the highest peak.

 

Money can't buy our happiness,

Materials are just things,

Our imagination could wonder,

Nobody would be around to hear us sing.

 

Madison is only six years old,

She looks far up to me,

If I was stranded on a deserted island,

Her mommy would be the only thing I'd wish to be.

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