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"I Talk To My Child" (by Joe DiMino)
Often I talk to the child in me,
Go back on wheels of tricycle,
Stack blocks to reach
The ceiling of my sky,
All the world is alphabet
Starting with an I
Here I learn
To ask more questions,
Ask of me and answer too,
Here I learn to dream outside,
Cloud the window,
Print more Is,
Stack blocks into taller sky,
Stay up late to count stars,
Wonder how many children,
How many picture-books,
How many Gods,
And why must mine
Be always ours?
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