What a rough and wild child
they said
skips and scrapes and hair all
unkept.
climb a tree
fight the bark and leaves just to jump down.
head in the clouds
with both feet on the ground
a toothy grin
if you get the blues
eyes that try
with a barefoot muse
a hearted sleeve
that everyone can see
but she feels
what the world could be
what a rough and wild child
they meant
she'll need a miracle something
heaven sent
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