Rosy Red Nose

Sophie was waiting for me to put on my shoes so that we could go out for pizza. She had a page of stickers & we were joking about something–I don’t remember what–when she spontaneously stuck one on end of my nose.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“A red star,” she replied.
“What will people think at the pizza store?”
“They’ll think you’re a writer.”
“Yes, writers look like that.”
“They do?”
To prove her point, Sophie said: “Let’s pretend you’re a poet and you want to imagine yourself:
Look at my
rosy red
nose with a
star on it.”

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