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The Smooch-Moocher
My Auntie mooches smooches! She does it all the time…
Sneaks up and ‘round, and grabs my cheeks –
She doesn’t care they’re mine.
She pinches, then she puckers up and smacks a wet one on me!
“Quit moochin’ smooches!” I will say, “You gotta ask me nicely.”
Oh, I’ll gladly hand out kisses if it means smooch-moochin’s done.
But there is a tiny, little rule: You can only ask for one!
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Puddles
I see one and it calls my name. I just cannot say no.
Splashing in the puddles deep, oh how I love it so!
I live to watch the water droplets soaring through the air.
Any direction – this way, that – zooming without care.
First my feet, and then my pants get wet. I cannot stop.
I jump again (just splash away) – I’m wet up to my top!
One more bounce, the water flies and drenches all my hair.
Every part of me is soaked, down to my underwear!
