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FROOT LOOPS Tiny rings of color Float in their bath of white, Silver spoon comes splashing Causing quite a fright. Mini life preservers Backstroke to and fro, Within the plastic pond There is nowhere to go. A chubby hand invades Fingers making ripples, Blue eyes gazing down Smile bursting into giggles. Sweetened yellow circle Caught by one small fist, For mom a soggy gift Exchanged for one wet kiss. |
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OK JO...you wanted a giggle...I'm pleased to deliver....tee hee...tis to be shared by all...best wishes..
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