When we were still little girls,
And had tangles in our curls,
Without saying a word
We would play outside all day
We knew each other through and through.
When the sun started going down,
A crowd would come around,
They wanted to play and talk that way,
Just like me and you.
Oh, we would say, not everyone can
Talk this way. you have to know what to do.
Nevertheless, why they cried let us try.
Very well, you would say, you must find,
Another just like you.
You must know them through and through.
You would look at me and say,
Just like me and you.
Landa Daniels 2009
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