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What The Doctor Said"*Read more. Write more.*" / That's what Doctor said. / Doctor is my therapist.
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To Him on Valentine's DayYou are the fragrance of dark coffee. / You're slow jazz and flamenco guitar -- depending on the weather. / You're the sweet smell that happens after it rains; and the soft pitter-patter of the rain that sings me to sleep --
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A Lipstick-Stained Coffee MugWe approached the counter, side by side. / I said, “Ladies first.” / And, with a trickle of a smile and just a bit of teeth, she said, “I’ll have a café breve.”
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finally, novemberhello there icy wind / who hasn't kissed me since April / & left completely by May
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the words my father wroteI'm trying to remember / The words my father wrote. / He was a poet, in earlier days.
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the baggagesometimes people / carry weight / & the ones who don't
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For The Best FriendYou held me in the darkness. / We talked away the pain. / I sang the tune without the words,
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Kissing Away The ColdWatching lovers walk in the winter, / Kissing away the cold, / Slipping past those who grumble at the snow
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move mehe / kisses my hair / and touches my neck
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Why Would He Remember?Why would he remember? / The times we kissed / And he held me
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