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Jul 2017
When I was a little girl
Playing with my rocket toys
I was fascinated and confused
By the world of boys

I told my mom what had appeared
The boy's odd ways and such
She said "honey, boys will always be weird
But when you're older, you won't mind so much"

And as I've gotten older
I've certainly grown to see
When it comes to the other gender
I know exactly what she means
Written by
Breeze-Mist  19/F/North America
(19/F/North America)   
     The Sick Red Carnation, --- and rose
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