Imagine the thoughts,
Lurking behind,
A baby's babbling coos!
The days before
Words come by,
When she frets and boos.
"Don't you get?
My superb wit,
Bumbling forth with glee.
Just you wait,
Till I state,
Every word i mean.
For now I sate
My growing distaste
Running amok unseen."
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