A Poem: Matured

I think I’ve
Matured a lot
Since I was
Five.

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I got hair on my muffin and teets!!

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Good poem.

Thinking back to being 4 & 5… I remember the world was MASSIVE, to me. Like, just walking to the end of my street (like 5 houses to pass) felt like a big journey. There was a plot of land, at the end, that was just full of weeds. I remember the weeds were as tall as me! I liked to go exploring in the weeds, looking for garter snakes.

Fun times.

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