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Four

I remember when I was four Dad always with the law Mum always takes the hug She leaves tea always in the jug Night of fight with bed bugs Prayer to God to help us Lovely pat to sleep by the hand And a beautiful song Melodious and long Hard to resist the sound When closed met the door I always wished I’d ever be four. GOODNESS LANRE CONTEST :You're A Little Kid Again AGE:FOUR

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