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     She was born
       at dawn
     on the stormiest day
       that year
(or so they say I still remember
       it as being
     sunny)
       screaming bloody murder
     well it was bloody I expect
       (all births are really)
     She started talking 
       early
     imitating sounds she heard
       on television
         (I didn't talk to her much)
     When she took her
      first steps
     she broke the handle off of
      a kitchen cabinet
     no one minded
     Everyone expected her to be
        Something Great
     and she was  

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