Because daddy wasn’t on the bus
Thrown to dust
Are the sweets that she chose.
Her mum says We don’t need those.
The light flashing
On her shoes for fashion
Shows she is here
And with every step she’s being her.
In spite of a strong umbrella against the rain
She wants distant daddy to carry her again. -litadoolan

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