In this space.
I feel safe.
No one can hurt me.
But everyone can, you see.
What is this space?
You may ask.
It’s a wonderful place.
Filled with candy and grace.
Who knew such a spot?
With Terry and his top.
Blue as the sky.
Cloudy as his eye.
This space, is my space.
No one can change my space.
Because my space is a good place.
You skim through this.
We are almost at the end,
look at us go.
I will miss this space.
It will always be my place.
I bid you farewell,
and a wellest of lucks on your quest.
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Emily Strouse
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