sometimes,
olly will reach out and pat
my face,
or my arm,
or my hair,
and i will get all misty
about how gentle and tender
and loving
he is being,
and how he must really love me,
and then, all of a sudden,
he will try to jam
my whole hand,
or nose,
or wad of hair
in his mouth,
with all of his baby-strength.
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