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To a YoUnG BoY

To a young boy growing up there is nothing greater than getting up, eating cereal, and watching cartoons. But as a young boy becomes a man, he sees that his priorities change. Music seems to take full charge, and with music comes an even bigger challenge, the female mind. Things that seem important are put to the side and room is made for a girl. But to me she is not just some girl, she is the perfect girl, a princess to some sort. But what I love the most is that my priorities aren't put to the side, everything coexists. So even as I sit here, I realize I'm still a young boy who gets up, eats cereal, and watches cartoons, but now I know I can so all of this with the perfect girl sitting right by my side.
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