and still he begs for more.
Reading till my throat is dry
and yet he wants just one more.
Twirling round and round-I’m dizzy-
please, again, just once more.
And his bubbly laughter
makes my heart soar.
His great delight is not a bore,
for I adore the fun we have
knowing one day we’ll not, anymore,
have that kind of fun.
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