Drucilla
The exuberance of your youth
Clings to your every move,
The giggles you freely share
Deafen the silence in the air.
One look at your budding form
Tells the world a woman is born.
Woman or child, the choice you face,
Will you grow or go out and play.
In your heart neither choice is wrong,
You are free to sing either song.
Hold this moment now in your life;
Be still a child - dream of the wife.
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