Boomon

Boomon is a two-year old.
He smiles when he is happy
and when he is sad,
God help you and your ears
if you are around
when he is sad.
He loves who he loves,
and shows it when he feels like.
He does not understand possession.
If you have something cute, it's his.
If he has a chocolate, it's yours.
He thinks the moon will come down
someday, he never stops calling it.
He also gets angry sometimes,
and forgets it in about five minutes.
And if you say goodbye,
Boomon will forget you in three days.
Boomon is two.
Sometimes, you wish you were, too.

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