Vivian Nguyen Biography

Mommy and I went shopping,
By all means, just sales,
Of course we did so,
Shh, shh: Asians’ tales!
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There's a pencil in hand,
With thoughts have gone by,
My paper is bare,
But I know I must try.
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There once was a lion,
Macleano’s his name,
But not able to roar,
He felt so ashamed!
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I want to weep,
but I cannot.
My tears are blocked,
in such a hard pot.
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There once was a girl,
Who just loved to sing.
She carried sweet songs,
With honeyed, soft rings.
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