Paint Box
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Amy
batted
her long
lashes,
her bright
ruby
lips pursed.
Make up
was smeared
over
her cute
visage
Daddy
found her
with the
‘paint box.’
Oh no
Amy!
daddy
exclaimed,
mummy
will be
so cross.
Tiny
tears formed
and her
ruby
red lips
wobbled.
Amy
didn’t
think that
using
mummy’s
make up
for her
own face
wasn’t
allowed,
but then
again
Amy
is aged
just two!
12~10~16
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2016
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