A big ol' pppllbbtthh to you.
Better clean us quick, Mama.
That stuff turns to glue.
Bellies full, wearing great big grins.
Let us down to play.
Crawling all around the floor.
Learning more each day!
Nocturnal Sanders is a challenge to myself to write a new poem for each of the next 365 days. Along the way I hope to discover my hidden voice of creativity.
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