Picky child I was
before & still am as
I’m writing this
picky, petite poem –
I am different
now…I’ve changed for
the better, though
it was a challenging
chore
Clever and cheery
teenager I am in the
present and past,
getting used to
foods I once didn’t
adore
Kangaroos hop with
hope happily, tigers
hunt wildly &
sneakily, cats meow
for people food & to
receive a feel-good
rub (independent,
little &
companion-like),
dogs yap for
attention
(dependent,...
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