and find our way of folding laundry
We'll still sit in playgrounds and by reservoirs some evenings,
complete with ice-cream or juice or jafacakes
Pick days to cook, picnic or eat on our own
We'll start with us,
before finding space for extra lego and tiny shoes.
Fight, to fix it.
Go away,
just to come back again
Oh surely you've got something to stop this giddy, dizzying, smiling mess you've made of me.
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