* THE SIMPLE SUPERHERO *
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He was a homely home,
I wished to wander around.
Now I don't feel to roam,
He's only a house above ground.
Then he was a dad motherly,
I wasn't a princess little.
Now he is a papa fatherly,
I'm his cute possible devil.
I used to hold his fingers,
Then he was a primary safety scope.
The feel in my hand still lingers,
Now he is a superhero of last hope.
Once it was a loud song,
Now it's a silent lullaby.
I keep observing for long,
Now it's my bizzare hobby.
La! Don't complain his reservedness.
Be proud of his hidden protectiveness.
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