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Mature in her youth. Young in her maturity. Oh, to be sixteen. Growing old too fast. But growing up too slowly. Today: infinite. Tip-toeing the line Leaping 'tween the trapezes. Balancing it all. Aged so sweetly, loved So deeply; she is a bud Blooming in winter. She is a princess. High heels, a little black dress. Face lit up with hope. Bid old days so long. She will dance alone no more. We all go with her. We all grow with her.
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Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 7:58 PM UTC
For Carin
Mature in her youth. Young in her maturity. Oh, to be sixteen. Growing old too fast. But growing up too slowly. Today: infinite. Tip-toeing the line Leaping 'tween the trapezes. Balancing it all. Aged so sweetly, loved So deeply; she is a bud Blooming in winter. She is a princess. High heels, a little black dress. Face lit up with hope. Bid old days so long. She will dance alone no more. We all go with her. We all grow with her.
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Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 7:58 PM UTC
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