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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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