When she sleeps they are clean
When she eats they are nasty
Sometimes in between
Small and very pretty
They start to grow too
In the distant future
There will be big hands, two
Saver them while they're here
Hate to see them go
Her body will leave with them
It's a Shame, wouldn't you know
By Abigail Kelly
Dedicated to Ava Clark
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