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Speak kindly to your little boy
And hug him when he cries.
Add kisses, kindness, time and love
Teach him to be wise.
Speak softly to your little girl
I am the word juggler.I juggle the wordslike swords.I slice sensewith poetic license.
I am a guillemotI use my bill a lotI get the fish out of the wetI eat my fill a lot.I live on ledgesVertical Edges
Peter the orange parrothad a very tiny beak,unlike the other parrotshe was never heard to speak.But they were never nasty to him,Peter the non-talking parrot
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
Scientists tell us what you are.
Oxygen and nitrogen...
The light through the blind is a poem,
the way it illuminates air.
And the shadows that fall
on the floor and the wall
are signs that a poem is there.