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by melanie jean Apr 9, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
A child is born Not knowing that she Is the next talent That she will be Wealthy as ever Better then the rest But still be sweet&kind None the less She won't go to rehab She will stay sane She won't feel any pressure She won't feel any pain No yelling I quit No yelling nasty words Feet planted on the ground Though she flies with the birds But she doesn't know this Well at least not right now This is just a secret She'll soon wonder how How this can happen In just one lifetime But this small little child Will soon shine