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Looking Back


Recalling those days So bittersweet Are the thoughts Memories brought back Not too long forgotten When our heads Were in the clouds And we spoke Before we thought Giving monkey see Monkey do It's oh-so-relevent name Yes I'll braid my Barbie's hair This way With a familiar Me too That always followed Here hold my hand Don't cross by yourself Endless nights spent Above one another Talking Impulsive laughter And stuffed animal fights Spilled secrets Like the white soda Left untouched on the hardwood floor Never to be spoken of Here We can hide in this closet We'll win this round for sure Let me come with you We'll share the backseat Look how big my bubble is Let me try too The ball rolled into the backyard I'm not scared Come with me? This tree is too tall Lift me up? I hate you But let five minutes pass Pour your milk in my glass When I'm not watching So mom makes me sit and Finish every drop Oh Ms. Madam Wezel I don't want to be Your ballerina yet Tag I have no choice Sneak out with your friends Don't worry I'll wait up for mom to wake Go Though it's true we have No traveling pants It's been Monkey see monkey do I'm here for you always Just as you are for me Yes Katie Lynn I love you.
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