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Sep 2012
I said , "Let's play...soon."
He looked at me .

I said, "I don't know how I want to play
and what is play, anyway ?"

He went straight to open Webster.
"Too many definitions !"
"Read them !"
"Not appropriate to our conversation."
"Appropriate to me!"

So to please, he read to me.

I jumped in his lap ,
got in his dear face
that very moment
and we laughed at nothing.
We laughed at what is real.
**I know what play is.
K Mae
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K Mae  Maine, USA
(Maine, USA)   
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