I saw her in the ball pit
She had a favourite ball.
I watched her give it voices
And hold it tight and small.
I wondered how she chose it
To be her favourite toy
When so just like the others,
How soon it'll be one boy
She's anointed from the mass
To be her source of joy.
I thought about her mother
How I was once her ball.
Now she's in the pit
Playing with them all.
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Jabberwocky (
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Comments1
Her loss Jabberwocky...... go find another one.
Thanks. Nice idea, I'll have to take the kids with me, that's cool; they are better at flirting than I am 🙂
Sort of like having a dog in the park to meet people! Funny!
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