Little Me Poem by Preety Bali
Little Me
Little me in my teens,
Busy in my little means
When feel a little odd
And get a little of your nod
Fly in me a little of courage
For that fur touch is in my storage.
Little me in my teens,
Busy in my little means
Far in the absence your felt
Spanned in gold of melt.
New of that little of me
Has now become a sort of he.
Created by Preety Bali
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