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Stephon kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Stephon's kiss was lost in jest, Robin's lost in play, But the kiss in Colin's eyes Haunts me night and day.
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 7:12 PM UTC
The Look
Stephon kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Stephon's kiss was lost in jest, Robin's lost in play, But the kiss in Colin's eyes Haunts me night and day.
This isn't my poem. It was written by Sara Teasdale. I just love it's simplicity.
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 7:12 PM UTC
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