It’s hard being patient with a book
While noticing your erratic movement
The way you skip
One feet at a time
On the nice warm mat
Swinging your arms while sending sparks
Like a fairy overdosed on pixie dust
Making auroras out of mundane space
‘Do, do, do, do de dum’
Singing isn't your thing but I
Couldn't get that off my head
And I also have to add
I noticed your pretty face
And cute round
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