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Gave my daughter, age one who could draw better than walk a pad of Post-its, the tiny ones. She crayon scribbled peeled each one to hide in corners behind books under the toothpaste tube inside shoes. A year later, moving out cleaning up I find behind the clothes dryer a nest woven with gatherings of moss dryer lint lined by her Post-its stolen by mice who appreciate fresh art.
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Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 12:10 PM UTC
Kindred Spirit
Gave my daughter, age one who could draw better than walk a pad of Post-its, the tiny ones. She crayon scribbled peeled each one to hide in corners behind books under the toothpaste tube inside shoes. A year later, moving out cleaning up I find behind the clothes dryer a nest woven with gatherings of moss dryer lint lined by her Post-its stolen by mice who appreciate fresh art.
First published in Your Daily Poem
joe-cottonwood
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Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 12:10 PM UTC
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