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Loud is the whistling wind
my freckled face friend
Short hair red fire traces
toothy grin with braces

Skin white and fair
temper quick to fear
likes playing sports
like a guy kinda sorts

Just one of the guys
thinking she's a girl unwise
but as a few summers went
nature had an event

Her hair long and bright
her smile perfect teeth of white
Freckles looked so pretty
her shape made boys feel dirty

Still she loves to play
can do baseball all day
but the guys can't help but stare
wanting to kiss her if they dare

Orange Breeze we nicknamed her so
those innocent summers of long ago
but now feelings strange, whats sup?
Orange Breeze is really growing up.

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