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Today I'm going to skip through puddles like way back when. 

With this hip, I won't straddle-climb door jambs barefooted to the top. But I'll remember when I was all skinny legs and buck teeth 
making that climb.  
I was every bit that girl, until I wasn't.

Today I'm going to sing about simple gifts, 
puff the magic dragon and the cat came back.  
Her songs.
  
I'll hold this aching close, as ever, but not in the song I sing.
Anyway not today.

I might even make a wish about the woman I'll be, long from now.
After the braces come off.

Now that woman can sing.