When she was little,
She hopped and jumped.
Frocks of frills
Frills of all colours,
Two tiny pony tails
Always been yelled at
For chewing her nails
With those tiny steps
She walked around the home
That was all her world.
She grew up one day
Only to know
There is a world bigger than hers
Stepping out there,
All pretty and fair
It took sometime to realize for her
The bigger world has a mind of its own
A heart of its own
And together it works in favor of her!
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