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Parents

PARENTS
We grow up under the watchful eye 
Of these people called "parents." 
They like to walk around 
And act like they own the place
They changed our diapers
And burped us 
And fed us
And they loved us
Some maybe had better ways of showing it than others
But they all did love us in their own way.

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