Sorry, I’m not a dinosaur,
little girl. Just a daddy
stomping through the yard.
Sun coming through the air--
in your eyes, you shine,
arms out-stretched towards me--
I come and chomp you up.
This is outer space, moving
round so fast it's only memory.
Oop! Up you go, and there you cheer,
“Again! Again! Again!”
Hopeful, wishful wonder--
I should never let you down.
It’s all as you imagined.
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