My eyes dart here and there—I don't miss much
My little nose sniffs every smell—food, flowers and such.
My ears are listening to mix-and-match of mingled voices
Laughing, calling, speaking, singing—happy noises.
My fragile skin feels sunshine and the breeze across my face
My finger's touch the world—testing—learning every space.
I taste my world—taste good and bad—taste sour and sweet
My curiosity's alive. I find my world a wondrous treat!
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