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Nov 2012
Mold me, shape me, help me grow.
Start with a root
twist it in a manner that will suit.
Test my foundation
build it up strong.
Stretch my limbs
make them long.
Shower me in light.
Now hear
I finally breathe.
As the wind tickles
listen to me sing.
thePaigebook
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thePaigebook  Florida
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