To my Baby Boy
A clean slate
By Seth CarterPublished 3 years ago โข Updated 3 years ago โข 1 min read
Photo by Lawrence Crayton on Unsplash
*Submitted to the Time Capsule Haiku Challenge*
Your clock has started.
Each tick, soon a memory.
What life awaits you!?
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