you don't look a day over preschool
I love that paint on your shirt
you kind of smell like crackers
but you mostly smell like dirt
Your hair is sticking out everywhere
you forgot to button your pants
I know that you'd love a playdate
but I won't give you a chance.
your laugh is contageous,
and so is your sneeze
I wish you'de use kleenex instead of
your sleeves
grow up little boy
chase me with flowers
we'll talk on the phone
(or ichat) for hours
who knows what's ahead
I think i'll wait
to see if this turns out
to be something like fate.
this is a work in process ...
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