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The Little Things

*pic courtesy from pinterest  The little things the little smile the little flower in the corner aisle the little butterfly catches my eye along with  the hovering bee like sketches drawn in the sky look at the little ant fleet just close to my feet the little spider takes a warm seat the little girl who hops on the broken tile while her mother looks right across  the street from a mile I wave at her she waves back the little gestures the little fingers the little spider continues to linger the little heartbeats as humming treats while I pick up the little crumbs from my bread last night
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I trip..
Take a loud sip.
Cover my face,
With colored strip.
Splash paint,
Act faint.
Melt Ice,
Sound wise.
Burp louder,
Staring harder.
Love cuddles,
Blowing bubbles.
Counting stairs,
Follow flair.
Smell rain,
Embrace pain.
Mock role-play,
Hand figures of clay.
Tackling mortal,
Ignoring morale.
Acting cordial,
Reveal chances.
By hidden glances,
A story commences.
With sheer past tenses,
Until a dream comes true.
By the power of virtue.
Skip to your only one,
Don’t be left out alone.
As life is a submissive clone,
Tends to grow deeper into an aggressive tone.
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