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Twenty-Three

Twenty-three, oh what a year you turned out to be.

I'm still dreaming that this turns out to be a fantasy.


You showed me things I could not see,

And taught me how to be.

This year certainly wasn't filled with glee,

But there was still lots of moments slapping my knee.


Now it is time for me to flee,

I know you don't agree,

But you will always be part of me.


Twenty-three sitting by a tree sitting by a tree,

Living in a fantasy,

Whilst the rest of the world is absentee.


- By Kirsty Taylor


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