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I'm addicted to my iPod. It's glued to my soul. I'm never without it. Stuck to a hole. I don't need paper. A pencil or pen. I can just jot it down. At only the age of ten. Texting and talking.
The sunlight pounces as the child bounces Happily as the sun up's high. The frothy foam of the waves that roam And give the shore a gentle sigh.
I saw some kids stealing yesterday, What on earth could I do. But it's ok that I didn't know As someone else saw them too. She told the keeper Who got them back right away.
Little girl, So peaceful in this world. Sleeping, Dreaming with a smile. Little girl, Believing in princesses, And fairytales. Dresses, With frilly florals.
I really love my daddy. I really really do. If you knew him. I think you'd love him too. I love the funny bristles he has upon his chin. I love the little wrinkles he has upon his skin.
I like to play. Games when I can. On the Xbox. With my little man. He'll choose all the games. That he wants to play. It doesn't matter. If it takes him all day. Will it be golf. Or maybe football.
A candy bar. A piece of cake. A lollipop. A chocolate shake. A jelly donut. Chocolate chips. Some gummy worms and licorice whips. A candy cane. A lemon drop. Some bubblegum and soda pop.
With his Southend seafront stetson And his plastic handled gun He rode the pontoon prairies In the hazy dockland sun.
My niece is over, Yay what fun, I shall take her to the park later as long as this gloomy no rain weather holds up. She is such fun to have around, Talks a lot, don't mind it's a bit of a family...
If I could bottle your smell I would be a millionaire. For me to inhale, when your not there. An aroma of innocence in my loving hands. A bottle not found amongst your favourite brands.
I go to pick. The kids from school. They come out. All nice and cool. Busy day. For busy bees. Now it's time. For chips and peas. The make me laugh. Smile with glee. They make me feel. So happy.
His little form upon my knee. His every need supplied by me. His face lights up when eyes find me. This little life upon my knee. My darling boy upon my knee. You are as happy as happy can be.
I wrote this last month...
Strawberries are red. With yellow dots. They will keep me fed. And I love them a lot. They are sweet and cool. In the summer they rule. I like them with Ice cream. Oh, what a sweet dream.
...and I saw how he ran to catch her. I saw the expression on his face, how for a second looked as though his heart had been ripped out of his chest. He was going to lose everything.
Here we go a poem about me. Listen and read then you'll see. A bunch of stuff you didn't know. Don't get to excited drop it down low. I'm 11 years old. A girl called mae. In year 6.
What will I do 5 years from now. For whom will I cry in my sleep and why.
What is with children... And the games they play. What is with children... And the funny stuff they say. What is with children... Acting all crazy. What is with children... Never feeling lazy.
Little tadpole you've grown so fast. A whirlwind of a past. It seems like yesterday you were frog spawn, And now a frog you're almost grown. You started off tiny, Vulnerable but free.
Abbie potamus is a cheeky little girl. She loves to dance she loves to twirl. Cheeky voice cheeky face. Making a mess all over the place. Playing with Barbie and monster high.
In the life of my daughter. Time is for fun. Trying out new hobbies. Never one by one. Watching the television. A cartoon or a show. A fairy called Tinkerbelle. Or her chosen hero.
I lie awake, listening; The baby monitor buzz And green light Keep me close to him.
Hey sun coming to play. You know it's time To make this a beautiful day.
NO JUMPING IN PUDDLES TODAY MY LAST LITTLE ONE IN YOUR BLACK SHINY FIRST DAY TINY SHOES I HOLD YOUR HAND THROUGH THE GAPING GREEN RAILINGED JAWS OF THEIR WORLD TIGHTER THAN YOU HOLD...