two doors down is walking
now.
it seems like
yesterday
when she was
still a biscuit in the oven
of her mother,
with
the smallest
of baby
mounds.
we're they ready for this?
who knows.
who ever is.
it won't be long
before she's waving from
a window,
in a car
departing,
now on her own.
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