The blue house
Not far from the beach it sits
The cool breeze in the nights
In the neighbourhood it shines
Down the road
The blue house glow
It makes the moments
For Izzy is the flow
She stays there
In her room of pink
Of small Disney land
She talks of her toys
She dreams
The colourful peacock
Hiding in her cupboard
As she talks about her toys
In the night she dreams
“No bus stop! No bus stop!”
She can't leave her toys behind
In the blue house in room of pink
CALLING HER MISS MAGGIE Q
copy write I.LOO 30/12/11 10.45am
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At Sri Damai
The bungalow house stands
There lives a small slim girl
Calling her Miss Maggie Q
She loves taking her pictures
The pose she learns to capture
The camera clicks the images taken
She will be if she never forgets
Every opportunity she will
The camera will be kept busy
She isn't shy to get her pictures
For she knows it will be her resume
In the years as she grows
The age old photographs will know
How she will be as she stands tall
The smiling faces and the crafted poses
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