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Tickled Green
a little baby finger tickled
the large pot-belly,
but the heavy sleeper slept on,
out like a rock
the giggling tot
mischievously said, ‘again!’
wiggly-wormy fingers dug in,
but the loafer was idle,
simply a fat lump.
it’s well known, little kids don’t give up,
and indeed, not this little tyke
who thought the slumberer was playing,
pretending to ignore
with renewed resolve, the b...
Sunday 14th March 2021 2:22 am
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