Grateful for My Navel
Dear navel,
We've been through so much together,
Since the umbilical cord was cut forever,
To now, when you're on my stomach, right in the center.
I love the way you make me feel,
I mean you're an innie...what a steal.
When the lint collects in your crevices,
Or when you send me cute little messages,
You'll always be my best friend,
No matter what the mess is.
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