August 6, 2010
I'll miss you when you're gone:
pointy finger
squint your eyes
purse your lips
slobber drool
wobbley dance
crab walking
waddle down the hall
peek-a-boo
numma numma breakfast
yay--clap, clap
I'll see you in the morning
for our walk among the trees.
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