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Orange Breeze

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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