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Spring  fever in the first blush of a waking springtime The warming rays of the long lost sunshine Touch my face like a mother's kiss. At my feet an army of  purple Crocuses Defiant of winter standing. ***** with the pride of survival. Squirrels frolicing in joyous enjoyment Of a renewal of all loved things including  their own species. My wife joins me in celebration of the springtime. I touch her hair softly Her smile as warm as the sunshine. Our unspoken intimacy promises A return to the flesh. I imagine how good her hair it will feel Flowing upon by bare chest. We look at each other differently Not as those labels Like mother and father Or husband  and wife But as the people who could not Get enough of each other When we first met. I see our  children playing In the fresh air. The youngest  as fresh as the spring itself. And I know that in some far off springtime When I do not have work so hard Just to make ends meet and the children are grown up. She will touch my hair gently as she does. And ask me Were youhappy back then. My love. I will say to you Yes my love So happy So very happy.
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Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 9:19 AM UTC
spring fever
Spring  fever in the first blush of a waking springtime The warming rays of the long lost sunshine Touch my face like a mother's kiss. At my feet an army of  purple Crocuses Defiant of winter standing. ***** with the pride of survival. Squirrels frolicing in joyous enjoyment Of a renewal of all loved things including  their own species. My wife joins me in celebration of the springtime. I touch her hair softly Her smile as warm as the sunshine. Our unspoken intimacy promises A return to the flesh. I imagine how good her hair it will feel Flowing upon by bare chest. We look at each other differently Not as those labels Like mother and father Or husband  and wife But as the people who could not Get enough of each other When we first met. I see our  children playing In the fresh air. The youngest  as fresh as the spring itself. And I know that in some far off springtime When I do not have work so hard Just to make ends meet and the children are grown up. She will touch my hair gently as she does. And ask me Were youhappy back then. My love. I will say to you Yes my love So happy So very happy.
In the spring a young man's ffancy turns to love Jude
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jude-kyrie
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 9:19 AM UTC
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