Sticky Fingers
Lead to sticky doors.
Sticky doors lead outside
where I find 3 bikes, two scooters, sidewalk chalk, bubbles, and a brown eyed pup.
Throw the ball to the pup, leads to a chase around the yard,
where flowers bloom and weeds do too.
The messy stuff of the life I lead.
Love and life are messy things
and if I were to strive for the cleanest house
the quietest kids
just think of all I'd miss.
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