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May 2020
A 3 year old's mind,
is filled with cupcakes and rainbows.
They see how glitter glows,
they know where the wind blows.
Yet,
They don't see the *** of gold,
That awaits at the end of the rainbow.
They don't know the colors,
Of this fantastic aglow.
But when they grow old,
They'll know.
Remy
Written by
Remy  13/F/Florida
(13/F/Florida)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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