Today I'll forget lactating ewes and dissident's poles and instead recall
Bo Peep skirts fashioned of pastel crepe paper
the perfume of wheat paste revealing their attachment to dixie cups lined with layers of zig-zag-edged papers
nesting pastel jellybeans, save 1 or 2 black.
Pipe cleaner handles decorated with white hankie carnations which get their red edge from swiped lipstick
That evening after supper my parents would drive me to the house where I would hang the basket on the door and hopefully in exchange get a kiss.
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