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Jan 2015
Too young for my own opinion
Blindly believing everything said like a minion
Wondering why Mom and Dad tell me different
Just an infant but I think i'm invisible
Everything is visual, still learning to be lingual
Each and every word I hear is a faraway island
Would rather be out swimming but i'm just playing in the sand
But for now I don't understand, I'm stranded in no mans land
I wish I could hear the questions a young human thinks, the ones that we never remember or never get to hear. Maybe we could learn a thing or two
Grant Horst
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Grant Horst  Wisconsin
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