You’re like Daddy, your Toes are crazy

And the oldest baby was a Throbbing Baby with our Sun

I think I’ll wake up Baby Sister best if she delivers

I don’t care, where does your soul find you

Marvel with Confidence @the voice it needs to find

Definitely working@ any place and shelter for at least an offer

Who would stay up all night relentlessly searching

In between hours of work, rare solitude

I love ’em I hope they’re your Outside Door Snack

I have read so many of your stories, now embrace being you through a crushed identity