My toes are all squashed tight,
my heels just won't sit right.
The boys call me puss-in-boots,
my heart cries out, what's the use!
But something within me knows,
that as years pass, beyond my nose,
one day I'll turn from an ugly, child,
into a pretty little rose, running wild!
Trish 2012
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