I Am

by julia   Mar 30, 2007


I am grandma's house, watching TV playing with Becka & Mark

I am that sunny day you wait for and then when it comes you can't live without

I am that child waiting by the door for the gray to go away

I am that juicy apple you bite into and you don't know how you went without

I am the tiger you think is beautiful but you don't want to mess with so it won't go crazy

I am those white duckies you just get out the box all fresh & clean.

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