I’m the kind of person
That picks up old conversations
Who can trip on her own thoughts
Can act oh-so-propah for a laugh
I’m just silly old me
The girl who’s always all ears
And quite often shares tears
Even over broken toys.
A book worm would be jealous
Of the pages I’ve lived through
I’m jealous of elephants
For pages I rarely remember
None can find one like me
A vociferous wall flower
A twinkle-toed little nerd
An all heart, no grit little girl.
Give me your frowns
I’ll turn ‘em uside down
Let me colour up your views
Spray love around your igloo.
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