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Jan 2013
Buzzing in my fluffy socks,
Skipping through school in my PJ pants,
Being locked up in a cozy box.
Beaming, grumbling about the ****** weather,
Pink becomes my color, and I look best when
Dripping, and grinning from ear to ear.
"*******, it got my shoes!"
Rain, Rain, come to stay,
And if I ever have a kid, maybe I'll name him for you.
Batya
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Batya  Israel
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