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I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Poem 129: Sweet

My sweet, you have said oh so much with one, kind, gentle touch.
So sweet the softness of that brush that caught my thoughts in hush.
The sweetest treat lain in my hand, no longer draws me in.
Instead, my sweet, your smile and hand, as guide will surely win.

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