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a small child runs around my feet, she isnt trouble
but she will sit and wait for me to open my cuboard so she can shout "monstter" and she will watch for hours as i blow bubbles for her to catch and it is sweet like nothing atall and it is like nothing atall because i know you dont sit there and do the same thing or see the sweet innocent smile as you catch her writing on a wall. what happened to that silly dream we had once when we were young sitting under the table playing tea partys with china cups that always break, now we can do it for real? but lets hop along to goatbridge tonight and cry about how cold it is even though we hav