Sweetness
she’s got herself covered
blueberry stained fingerprints
chocolate smeared front teeth
her dress smells of honey
and mama’s Boston cream
she stuffs her cheeks to hold her tongue
but all of the treats in the world
could not make her any more
a sweet little girl
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