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careful, you might trip! the roads are rocky and a little mean, though for this clumsy ball of sunshine, tripping is nothing but a routine. your peers tap on shoulders to call; "little baby, go outside and play," mom will plant kisses on your forehead and tell you to be careful on your way. puddles after showers; splitter splatter! wipe your legs clean under blue roof; tall people and words that taste foreign, the tip to hold another hand home is a little goof.
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Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 10:19 AM UTC
counter clockwise: childhood.
careful, you might trip! the roads are rocky and a little mean, though for this clumsy ball of sunshine, tripping is nothing but a routine. your peers tap on shoulders to call; "little baby, go outside and play," mom will plant kisses on your forehead and tell you to be careful on your way. puddles after showers; splitter splatter! wipe your legs clean under blue roof; tall people and words that taste foreign, the tip to hold another hand home is a little goof.
well, dont we all know i **** at giving titles and tagging... (crossposted)
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Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 10:19 AM UTC
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