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Jul 2016
She was young
She was quite
She was a little pretty girl...
who always seemed to get into a dream world
to be the one she wanted,
and made the real life faint.

She ruled,
was called
a queen bee.


She grew up,
she made money
made her friends funny,
to make them small and tiny
in front of all those cute bunny's.

Then she became a mom,
and made a small home,
made her family groom,
and vise versa!

and that was a good shot,
to teach what,
it made her taught,
the stories that she thought,
in her dream world....

She became old,
Watching her grand children roam,
and is teaching the same,
to make a wall of fame,
and trying to get back into a dream........
Written by
Vaishnavi Jain  Bhopal,India
(Bhopal,India)   
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