The whistle, click, clap or song
All gentle sounds that say I belong
I greet with attention and affirming smiles
With moments of meeting that last a while

Food oh food, to taste and wear
Face and tummy, legs and hair
I’ll search with wonder with mouth and hands
For unimaginable flavours from foreign lands

As for that you give me to play and caress
All intimate indulgences for my gums to press
And the unique textures each object brings
So passionate my love for everything

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