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If I were a kid again-
I’d chase all the boys Instead of them chasing me. And I’d have lots of scrapes and cuts From Grandma’s climbing tree. I would be the kickball star That I know I could’ve been. And I would always get picked first- If I were a kid again, If I were a kid again- I would never wear my snowpants. Or my gloves, or even my hat. I would be soaked with my little pink nose- Ah, imagine that! I know my smile would never stop Nor my laugh cease to begin. And I would always live in Bliss- If I were a kid again. 2006
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