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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...

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