Tip tap...clipitty clap...
Wake up daydream suffer slick slack
Sleeping on my pillow
Keeping my baby’s lips away
Want more lucky ducky lick smack every single day
Hope hap...tickety track...
Long, long overdue
Play stay gauge-a-meter
can’t get enough of you
Electrify...satisfy...hooky play ... spooky way
strap a joovy movie hey
Been looky wook...quit howling...frownin...hip a cat
Lack... lock ...click on back
Task deny mortal clash astray
Wavy maybe page a book, window peepin olive twist
Expect a tale, war and peace, grapes of farms
The known world sees...
Spark smack...mickey Mack
Apple core me want all that
Cam bam...pebble rubbles
Strum a capo...stripe a rainbow
Dash a note match a mate
Gram of bubbles speculate
Puff n stuff...nifty nap
Patty wack art more ...love snap
Jumble it...crumble bumble
Nip it name, cookie tumble
Now a nap...honey bunny
Dreamy...see me...nectar near...
Lovey dovey...never fear
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She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson6 days ago in Fiction
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