I set him roughly on the ground,
I first thought to loosen his tie
Then the baby crawled into a barn
Of its own, so he set off, like a flame.
Quickly the baby backed into a corner,
I saw its flesh, and I had thought it grew
Deeper into the ground as the years supplied,
Agility had accompanied his traits,
Asking too many questions,
But knowing the rough ground
I saw him own.
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