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you will forget
(as babies are wont to)
the day we spent in play
of picking things up and throwing them
(how quick you were to learn!
to your nanny's subsequent dismay)
of the walk in the woods
and the leaves and twigs
i picked for you
again and again
of how you ambled over
to lay your head on my shoulder
but you were merely
wiping your mouth
on my new shirt sleeve
you wily rascal!
laughing delightedly as you ambled
away