A parody of a sort
keeps one in a faux.
My cousin guffaws.
It is his expression of happiness.
His laughter is her focus. She laughs,
precisely–complementary.
My friend gesticulates while he converses
a meaningful attribute of him.
He is her target. She does it with precision
Proves an imitation par excellence.
She is not an adult as one would assume,
but, a girl two and half-year-old.
I am bowled over by her curiosity.
She is a wonderful child
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