Birthday Number 15, April 9th
5- My first year of kindergarten,
Daddy sends me off to the world
(Or so he says, but I know I'll be coming home at three)
10- I'm growing older and I got a little bit taller too.
I think boys have cooties
(Well, don't they?)
15- I'm not quite there yet (but I'm pretty close)
Birthdays are stupid now, because I'm feeling old.
My brother is only nine, and now I'm nearly fifteen.
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