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Dec 2017
Like an urgent *** on a winter's day
Like an expelled guffaw as I turn away
Like a released church **** as I say the amen
Like a line of poetry as I reach for a pen
Like the first slice of steak from a full warm plate
Like a longed for kiss at the close of our date.

That's the pleasure I feel with you on the phone:
The hope, the promise, of soon being home.
Travelling home late at night and phoning home.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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   --- and Krista DelleFemine
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