Baby grins but won't tell me
The joke she heard clandestinely;
"Is it my face at which you smile
And has you wondering all the while?"
"Come up here, just let me look,
Let me know you like a book";
Her hair...my nose...our eyes...so blue,
"Could that be what is tickling you?"
"Go on now, be off to sleep,
I'll not wake you, won't make a peep;
I think I'll sit and rock awhile
And recall the night you made me smile."


Wonderful, wonderful write!




















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