Poetry Friday: The Baby’s Contribution
Sisters, by Rilla They scoop me up and say I’m delicious;They grant practically all of my wishes(Except when I wish to gnaw on a Lego).Mostly I wish to go where they go. Jane is the one who totes me like motherAnd won’t let me pull out the hair of my brother.Rose guards me from anything … Continue reading Poetry Friday: The Baby’s Contribution
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