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NaPoWriMo 2017: #11 (a portrait poem)

Toddler He is anything except still life a swirled palette of truck noises animal sounds, tearless cries, and running, jumping laughter. He is a gap toothed, carefree exclamation mark, pointing food stained fingers tugging on sleeves, giving free hugs to knees spit infused kisses to cheeks and seeking answers for endless questions; he paints himself … Continue reading