#sprinkles - Hello Poetry

The sprinkles may crawl into the roll, the yellow -- ones especially.

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Jan 19, 2025

Jan 19, 2025 at 3:31 AM UTC

Zywa

[ The sprinkles may crawl ]

The sprinkles may crawl into the roll, the yellow -- ones especially.

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That little boy we both know, his nose dabbed with whipped cream, smiling ice cream lips, chin speckled with sprinkles like his freckles. everything that feeling is, is you.

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Feb 12, 2020

Feb 12, 2020 at 12:27 PM UTC

micktarts

ten dollar ice cream

That little boy we both know, his nose dabbed with whipped cream, smiling ice cream lips, chin speckled with sprinkles like his freckles. everything that feeling is, is you.

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birthday cake ice cream but you lost all your sprinkles now just vanilla.

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Jun 10, 2019

Jun 10, 2019 at 6:11 PM UTC

meredithleigh

Sugarcoat

birthday cake ice cream but you lost all your sprinkles now just vanilla.

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You sit at the table with your blue and yellow crayons Quietly coloring tigers and waving the fingers of your left hand. You proudly show your decorated notebook; the one you alone created. Safety plans, behavior charts, conflict resolution, and coping. You're asked if you understand rules and regulation, The look on your face as you color a second tiger purple, tells me different. Searches coming and searches going looking for sharps. Supervision daily, hourly, minute by minute How then, can this be self-harm? You sit in the van with your ninja turtles backpack Quietly whispering, repeating, comforting words. You proudly show your decorated notebook; the one you alone created. Tigers, elephants, horses, cars, houses, and nostalgia faces. You're asked if you understand stability and foster families, The look on your face as you chew on your shirt, tells me different. Days gone and months in this new place You are doing so well, so great Bedroom upstairs in the corner All your favorite things have their space Tell me one thing gained here? Saturday Morning Pancakes Sprinkles, and Maple Syrup. © Jo Tomso

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Sep 29, 2016

Sep 29, 2016 at 10:27 PM UTC

jo-tomso

Pancakes, Sprinkles, Maple Syrup.

You sit at the table with your blue and yellow crayons Quietly coloring tigers and waving the fingers of your left hand. You proudly show your decorated notebook; the one you alone created. Safety plans, behavior charts, conflict resolution, and coping. You're asked if you understand rules and regulation, The look on your face as you color a second tiger purple, tells me different. Searches coming and searches going looking for sharps. Supervision daily, hourly, minute by minute How then, can this be self-harm? You sit in the van with your ninja turtles backpack Quietly whispering, repeating, comforting words. You proudly show your decorated notebook; the one you alone created. Tigers, elephants, horses, cars, houses, and nostalgia faces. You're asked if you understand stability and foster families, The look on your face as you chew on your shirt, tells me different. Days gone and months in this new place You are doing so well, so great Bedroom upstairs in the corner All your favorite things have their space Tell me one thing gained here? Saturday Morning Pancakes Sprinkles, and Maple Syrup. © Jo Tomso

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