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Jun 2011
She ‘s been there  all my life
In the next room
But not that far away

Now she’s grown up
It’s time she moved away
Her college awaits her
I guess I have to stay

Oh! How much I’m going to miss her
And every word she didn’t say

How much I admire her
In each and every way
From her head to her toes
She glows and glows
And smells so sweet
It’s a succulent treat

For the bond we share, is something special.
That will not go away, even if she will not stay.
Heba Badr-El-Din
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Heba Badr-El-Din
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