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A Poem For Me

I want to stay a girl,
I want to stay small,
I want to make believe
and to spin and swirl.

I don't want to grow up,
I don't want to care about stupid things,
I just want to be me
and live from day to day.

I wish I was a story,
I wish stories were true,
I wish it was all as simple
as author's say they do.

But I know there's a hand to guide me,
and He watches from above,
and I know that He will catch me
every time I fall.

So Happy Birthday to me,
don't cry a tear,
you can be a girl
for just another year.
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  1. HollyFriday, April 4, 2008 at 4:09:00 PM PDT

    Lovely. :) Feeling a tad bittersweet/melancholy?

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  2. LayneFriday, April 4, 2008 at 6:09:00 PM PDT

    Something like that. I've been on the edge of weepy all day.

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  3. ErinFriday, April 4, 2008 at 6:31:00 PM PDT

    That is beautiful.

    And of course you are a story - we are all stories. Viewing my life as a story is so helpful.

    Happy Birthday!

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  4. LayneFriday, April 4, 2008 at 7:46:00 PM PDT

    Thanks. :)

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  5. StephanieSaturday, April 5, 2008 at 10:59:00 AM PDT

    Happy Birthday!
    I love your poem :)

    (I know your mom from CCU)

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  6. LayneSaturday, April 5, 2008 at 11:52:00 AM PDT

    Oh thanks, and nice to meet you, Stephanie. :)

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  7. QSaturday, April 5, 2008 at 6:17:00 PM PDT

    Growing old is inevitable; growing up is optional.

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  8. LayneMonday, April 7, 2008 at 10:05:00 AM PDT

    Heh, I like that, Q. :)

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