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It’s Springtime When My Baby Learns to Talk

Dandelion seeds in his curls.
He runs through the grass.
Bringing me forget-me-nots.
Flower, a first word.

It’s Springtime When My Baby Learns to Talk

Dandelion seeds in his curls.
He runs through the grass.
Bringing me forget-me-nots.
Flower, a first word.

Angie Cramer, 36

Kirkland

 
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