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This reminded me of a kiss I once shared through a screen door. It wasn't very tasty and we both backed up and laughed. But that relationship was ever thus - right there, but fruitless.
Posted at 10:00 AM in Poems & poem-like things | Permalink
Interesting reaction! Thanks.
Saturday, August 04, 2007 at 07:50 PM
Yeah, you never know what resonances a poem with have for someone else. BTW, nice poem - I really liked it.
Saturday, August 04, 2007 at 11:41 PM
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