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My Marsupial Mommy and Me
I was just a little one, in the grass, enjoying the sun, when a shadow covered me. She had appeared suddenly, in one swell hop. It was a tall warm-feeling shadow. I reached up my hands, and pulled down a cozy nook That no one could probably ever top. I promptly jumped inside, and settled down, feeling loved and wanted. In a pink pouch. I hoped this instant love would never stop. I now had a Mommy who was a kangaroo, and she was okay and so was I. Best of all, we both like to power shop. We went everywhere together, my new marsupial mommy and me. Wonderful dual relationship did crop. For years and years, she home-schooled me, I had tap and violin. I dreamed to be a doctor, or a cop. She brought in tutors, when I did not understand Latin. She urged me to try my wings, to play and hop. But I was happy, inside my pouch, safe from the others. I never felt rain, not even one tiny drop. And when I want the sun, I poke out my head, I sometimes feel it on my face, but then I stop. For I am staying here until I am dead. Staying here always, feeling loved, is what I opt.
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