Of a stone, angelic quarry.
Carving through construction time
As all yours become mine.
Raised up, the tower goes
Deadened end and twinkle toes.
Raising a cherubic fist
Punched down in tantrum throes.
Diaper check the understudy
He swallowed his building buddy.
That’s yours, your DNA
Mine, mine, mine, all day.
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