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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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