Childhood experiences
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The Palace pier heaves
with souls
licking at the dark cloud
squall laden sky,
a house whose haunted cries
beckon the inner child
Recall the days, not long ago,
When you were but a pup,
And all the world was marvelous,
Nowhere to grow but up.
With each new dawn came new delights,
To learn, to act, to feel;
Dressed in my purple dress
Such a pretty purple dress
Dancing around in my garage
My pretty black shoes that look like ballet shoes
Hair waved with mousse
Freshly cut bangs
Don’t want to pick up my dogs
