My little fingers
Play dough
Flexing colourful lump
No wonder
How big GD
Hands of creator stretches
Malleable embodiment
In forbearance
Loop and curve
The daily rituals
Avow my innocence
In thy every look
I crawl my memory
Heading
This side to that
My little fingers
Poke and knead
With eyes moist
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