Goodnight

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Young little girl, smiling wide,
watched the sun rise up and brighten her eyes.

Older girl now, smiling less.
The sun begins sinking low in the west.

Growing up more now, smile is tight.
The sun fell away from the horizon that night.

All grown up now, she climbs into bed,
neath a strong tie, and smiles again.

Young woman now with eyes shut tight,
hangs from the ceiling, and breaths a final
"Goodnight"
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This is a short poem written by myself I hope you like it

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