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Jul 2017
Sandy hair, buzzed short,
and bright blue eyes like mine.
Just a little boy, he is;
seven years old to be exact.
They grow up so fast.
He cannot help but be energetic,
running and playing and shouting;
Curtain climbing and ant stomping.
He's my little bubble, so easy to pop.
I might be overprotective, but try my best.
We're going to be moving away soon,
he'll be the last bird in the nest.
Marrisa
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Marrisa  21/F
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