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I want to be me,
Where do I start?
A spirit free,
What's in my heart?

A piece of clay,
The breath of life;
A brand-new day,
The start of strife.

Life's experiences do mould,
Shape, form and tone;
`Till I be old,
Somehow full-grown.

And, who's this person I shall be,
Like him, like her, like you?
........Uniquely Me!........

Aimee Love
(LHG)

Photo of Our Grand-daughter Nicole