The Little Things
A cactus
A softball game
A riddle
A pretty name
My friends
My family
A good book
A preacher's homily
They bring a smile to my face
And warmth into my heart
When I see them
I almost lose the need for art
Daddy's cookies
Sister's hugs
So much better to focus on
Than war and common thugs
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I'm a freshman at the University of California in Santa Barbara majoring in Linguistics with a specialization in Spanish.
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