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It’s dark in here, where are the lights?
It seems I live, in constant nights.
I feel myself, grow some each day.
I just want to, go out and play.
Then all at once, things seemed to move.
I felt myself, slip into groove.
But somethings wrong, and fear takes flight.
Pray this tunnel, will show the light.
With time gone by, my bodies weak.
At last my frame, begins to peak.
But it’s still dark, I have to say.
I’m coming out, the backwards way.
It’s bright out here, I finally see.
Why is it now, I need to pee?
I look at mom, who carries clout.
A dairy cow, from whom I spout.
I have for legs, a coat of fur.
A tail that’s long, I call dad, “SIR”.
And hour passes, then I will walk,
But right away, I knew to talk.
With others near, who look the same,
I must now then, learn each ones name.
From Bell to Molly, then George and Ike,
To Spot and Liz, Flower and Spike.
Within a day, I run so fast,
I learn to hide, from danger past.
My mom protects, my dad just eats.
Then finds another, for a new treat.
My life goes fast, adulthoods here,
It won’t be long, when I will hear.
The natures call, to reproduce,
I think that I, will have a deuce.
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