tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58428572016359143372012-02-16T06:52:19.061-08:00Today is my turnBrightRedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12659443749277196330noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5842857201635914337.post-88360481705774129032010-09-08T09:24:00.000-07:002011-10-09T10:18:28.229-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I miss that little girl who always ran around,.<br />who danced &amp; sung in the rain,<br />who loved to ride a merry-go-round.<br /><br />She believed in fairytales,<br />in magic spells,<br />and in wishing wells.<br /><br />Now I'm standing all alone,<br />frustated with life<br />My face saddened with an irritated frown.<br /><br />Suddenly I remember that little girl<br />whose dreams had no boundaries,<br />whose heart was as pure as pearl.<br /><br />My face lightens up at the thought of that girl,<br />How I wish I could become like her again.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5842857201635914337-8836048170577412903?l=brightredink.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BrightRedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12659443749277196330noreply@blogger.com0