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May 2020
A little girl jumps as she frolics to class,
She looks up at her mom and laughs.
She runs through those open doors,
Barefoot, she tugs on her mom’s clothes.
She looks at her mother while she ties her shoes,
She jumps down and runs to class to learn the moves.
With each hand in the air,
She laughs without a care
Written by
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