Instruction Manual

lick-the-bowl

Babies don’t come with instructions.
It’s a learn-as-you go game.
Trial and error along the way.
Babies don’t come with instructions.
Childhood scars and sweet memories
Layered with guilt, regret and love.
Babies don’t come with instructions.
It’s a learn-as-you go game.

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