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I'm alive with joy
Not born a boy Inside my mothers womb I moved like a toy Maybe a ball Now I bounce all about From the way I'm fed I'm big and stout Taller I grew But unable to tie my shoe As time went on I had so much to do Like climbing a tree And scraping my knee Or riding my bike Along with other things I liked Sooner or later my face was a mess Not like the time I ate ice cream But what a real pest My body developed from out of no where The boys I grew up with began to stare Later I dated and hung out at the mall I can remember when guys would call Sometimes broken hearted Or even stressed out I guess it was what life was all about Marriage came along & children too Soon they went off and the year was new The older I got, the more I felt weak I guess I was hitting that elderly peak Now I can say that only time will tell When I will be gone and have life passed on Through...The Journey (life cycle)
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