She's a sprite,giggling, tickling and no longer
contained.
Poking and prodding,
she remembers her birth
from your red-pencil reply:
"Perhaps if circumstances were different. . ."
I've tried to keep her close
and well-behaved.
But she just pops out
with a wide-eyed grin
to dance and laugh with maniacal innocence,
liking the bright light
and the chance for fun,
freedom and a damn good ribbing
now and then
and nothing more.
And she is all yours.
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