kyoot

Sometimes, I'm just in the frame of mind when I think everything is cute. Have you ever had those phases?

Anyway. A little boy/ say of three or maybe four, / in an afro stood at the/ corner of 76th/ and Amsterdam avenue.

His big sister she tried to/ pull him away and be on / their way but he wouldn't budge. / Stood transfixed, blankly staring.

Slowly a small crowd gathered/ (mostly women, of course), and/ they oohed and aahed from time to /time. It was so very cute.

In a few years he will be/ the same decaying matter/ as everybody else.

Just breaking it up into sevens for your reading pleasure. Who knows, you might think it's cute./