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And the days are like twins or triplets or
quadruplets or whatever word would mean
365 babies birthed
at the same time, all crying and in need
of a feeding or a changing maybe
or just a nap after a relaxing
day of playing carelessly, attempting
to communicate in their baby speech,
and crawling all over creation waiting
to discover that special something that
tastes fantastic even though you found it
on the floor, something that’s uniquely yours,
something you at least can choose to hoard or
share with your bored and boring day siblings.