All rhyme and nonsense
carrying on
with smiles and spelling askew
grammar invented anew
One child in love with words
another quietly spoken
softly cranes his lips
they're curved with waxen lyric
Inviting a gentle struggle
Inviting a simple mimic
of images put down
informing strokes
guided by subtle
Kindness
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