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First Words


I’m looking at the baby blanket

I slept with. A teddy trinket

That I always named as mine

 

Peeking outside the window

At the playground

In the park below

A child’s innocence—

And happiness

Has never been so divine

 

Looking around

Sesame Street dabbed on the walls

Cute and clever, I remembered

For Elmo proved that babies were smart too

After that, I learned just fine

 

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