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Tatum Tomasi

Tiptoe Tale

On its hinges it may swing,
opening its fateful wing.
And on its side memories lurk,
Of times when I was a little twerp.
In pencil lines are drawn in wood
Go back in time? I never could.
But recalling when I was that small,
and praying and wishing I would be tall.
On my tiptoes I would stand,
trying to raise my mothers hand.
Trying to look that one inch taller,
I had silly wishes when I was smaller.
While reading all those wonderful lines,
from 92' through 99'
I think of how excited I'd be
to see I'd grown, I was taller, yipee!
To think of how much life has changed,
through the seventeen years that I have aged.
But to look back upon my height chart,
my mind is surely going to dart,
back to a time when I was to small.
And my only wish was to be tall.

Tiptoe Tale

On its hinges it may swing,
opening its fateful wing.
And on its side memories lurk,
Of times when I was a little twerp.
In pencils lines are drawn in wood,
Go back in time? I never could.
But recalling when i was that small,
And praying and wishing I would be tall.
On my tiptoes I would stand,
Trying to raise my mothers hand.
Trying to look that one inch taller,
I had silly wishes when i was smaller.
While reading all those wonderful lines,
from 92' through 99'
I think of how I was taller, yipee!
To think of how much things have changed
Through the seventeen years i have aged.
But to look back upon my height chart,
my mind is surely going to dart,
back to a time when i was so small
And my only wish was to be tall.

Tiptoe Tale

On its hinges it may swing,
opening its fateful wing.
And on its side memories lurk,
Of times when I was a little twerp.
In pencils lines are drawn in wood,
Go back in time? I never could.
But recalling when i was that small,
And praying and wishing I would be tall.
On my tiptoes I would stand,
Trying to raise my mothers hand.
Trying to look that one inch taller,
I had silly wishes when i was smaller.
While reading all those wonderful lines,
from 92' through 99'
I think of how I was taller, yipee!
To think of how much things have changed
Through the seventeen years i have aged.
But to look back upon my height chart,
my mind is surely going to dart,
back to a time when i was so small
And my only wish was to be tall.

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