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1.5 KiB
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28 lines
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When Emma scrunches up her nose and knits her tiny brow,
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When Emma scrunches up her nose and knits her tiny brow,
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My granddaughter spins a happy web of hyphens that connect-her-eyes.
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My granddaughter spins a happy web of hyphens that connect-her-eyes.
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Connect her up, her brow, her nose, a web of Emma scrunches
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That, when granddaughter knits, spins tiny hyphens and my happy eyes.
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But big-spring-sky-blues get old too fast, and early some time near
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But big-spring-sky-blues get old too fast, and early some time near
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Will dull as she forgets slow what we've already lost.
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Will dull as she forgets slow what we've already lost.
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As sky already forgets spring, we've but dull old blues, slow, fast
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And near, some big time. What, she will get lost early, too.
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Her tousled-angel-twinkly-pouts accuse her hovering tutors.
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Her tousled-angel-twinkly-pouts accuse her hovering tutors.
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Her wise eyes smirk: here's to whatever we the grownups might recall.
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Her wise eyes smirk: here's to whatever we the grownups might recall.
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To angel eyes, we hovering grownups, smirk wise tutors, accuse:
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Here's her whatever, her tousled recall, her twinkly might, the pouts.
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When old tutors smirk pouts, we've tousled her twinkly times.
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The wise get fast too early and slow her will some,
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And as granddaughter knits up that tiny nose, spins her brow of scrunches,
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She already near lost her might. Here's what big dull sky forgets:
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Spring blues, her happy eyes, her hyphens -------- , a web.
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But recall, my Emma, hovering angel eyes, connect to grownups, whatever we accuse.
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