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cr0wl open your mouth
let your high-pitched innocence send shockwaves through our attention
rapt we are by your ragged youth
your ability to plunder time

gentle baby
desire the sincerity of the
written word
suck down the wisdom of the
personal message you have indisputably
heard

feel your mother's warmth
your father's fire
the softness of her hand
the fearlessness of his voice

grow roots
show how
to anchor and sustain

strong bones
on solid ground
can bend and stretch and reach
for the sky
stand on tippy-toe
way up high
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what's it to you?
who go
blather
from