Welcom...
It’s not an easy thing to do,
moving constantly and always
attempting something new.
Came to my surprise when I,
saw a white door.
Bright, Bright, Bright!
It said “Hello”.
Hi, what do I do now?
Laughing to myself, I walk away and
I stop because I hear
Laughter, and singing and I just see FAMLIY.
This is all new to me!
They begin to say “Welcom...”
I run faster than my legs carry, through the big white door
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