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Apr 2012
One day your little boy is going to grow up
and your little girl won’t just be playing in mommy’s make up.
The childish glow will fade.
Maturity will sink in with age.
And on that day as we’ve all been told,
gracefully we will have all grown old.
Written by
Kiara McNeil  122/F/usa.
(122/F/usa.)   
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