Special Someone
When you were young,
It was a ton of fun,
Not a care in the world,
No sense that growing up would be a pain,
Realising when everything was slain,
Now you wish you could go back,
To a simpler time,
Before you were nine,
When your family is fine,
And no need to spend a dime,
But now you snap back to reality,
And you realise your life stinks,
But that special one,
Who shows you how to have fun,
Comes your way,
Its a blessing,
Beyond any thing in the universe,
To the special someone,
Thank you for all the fun!!
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