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Thanksgiving Day 2009,
Polly's on all fours.
It won't be long until that babe
is crawling out the door.

She's rocking back and forth
with her belly off the ground.
But til she's up and crawling
she likes to roll around.

The blanket laid down on the floor
doesn't hold her in.
She rolls on past that invisible line
and looks at us and grins.

That little ball of squirminess
is gonna make us run.
And catching her is gonna be
like catching rays of sun.