I swear I could pick her up
with one hand
cute and fluttery
chirpy, like a teenager
Her little feet would grip my finger

I'd touch the downy feathers on her tummy
watch her eyes go left and right
listen to her sing

Then, I'd reach for my camera
preserve the moment

A moment
that flies

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Your poem is so good that I've never actually read it
well, not all of it
not in one sitting

It immediately inspires me to do something of my own
not plagiarism
something of my own

I leave it lying around
on the floor, on my desk,
in the bathroom

I'll pick it up again later

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