I crave your laughter.
It fills me up like chocolate cheese cake.
I miss the days of cantelope slices,
lying on cloudy sheets,
early morning pancake treats.
I laugh because we are always on holiday,
because I can escape.
I do sommersaults
and you catch me.

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