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Amanda Feb 2019
I can recall my toddler ways
Playing with the family cat
Running under warm summer rays
On legs with ever ending battery life
Slumbering nights and forever days

Snuggling in front of the telly
With family watching the show
Eating crisps and sweets made from Jelly
Teenage moods, smothered with laugher
As we tickle the family dogs’ belly

Arguments fly with blunted point
Want to be me, but have to follow the line
I am not perfect, I am the opposite viewpoint
Of who they want me to be
I am the one who will surely disappoint

Family gatherings at cousins being wed
Here come the questions, how they flow
When will you love? Marry? Bred?
Seriously, just want to be me
How my head hurts, I need my bed

Being grown, I’m finding my path
Not a bed of roses, I admit
But I seem to have avoided the bloodbath
I think I am happy. I think I can be me
The round peg that doesn’t fit the math

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