What fun, what summer fun, this poem! And to affirm this, when I went to change out the poem at the end of the week, every single copy had been taken.
“When toddlers swallow you,
their top lips mustache in color
as if they’ve kissed paint.”
What fun, what summer fun, this poem! And to affirm this, when I went to change out the poem at the end of the week, every single copy had been taken.
“When toddlers swallow you,
their top lips mustache in color
as if they’ve kissed paint.”
