Poem by Charlotte Ballard
Billy brings me a dandelion, today,
Gone all wispy soft.
He grins with his little boy face-
Dirt necklaces dance up and down
As he giggles when I do blow soft
Words that wrap around his face, he
Brings up his hands and the last
Tatters drift high and fly away.
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