This November 8th

I wore my yellow tights to school,

my navy dress as well.

Red lipstick flared off my small lips

And dabbed perfume for smell.

My backpack jostled as I walked

It kind of made me glad

And the bells chimed out above my head

The tones mixed bright and sad.

A mother walking with her child

Passed me on the street,

I loved the way his small legs moved

I loved his tiny feet.

And then I got to class on time

Sat down right at the bell.

I felt so glad to be on this earth,

and that's my show and tell.

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