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Gam said you’ll talk
someday, you’ll tell your own hi girl,
hi spoon, my ear said
where is your applesauce
a thumb knows
bye, tell the door for the step
hi, that lift-foot
Gam’s sheeny dress setting me on the grass
blades bounce under my legs
squirrels chuckle with each what-I-want
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