Little lady you call me,
I have vague memories of the years I was little,
Playing with the soil in my mamas garden,
I felt protected by adults,
I had no worries,
No cares,
Whenever I cried,
They picked me up and soothed me,
Life was simply amazing,
Now I am no little lady any more,
I take care of me and pay my own bills,
I would love to go back to that time,
Where my parents worried for me.
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