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Jun 2019
Forty years
ago
she handed me
a folded note
with her
signature perfume
drenched in it
and a
SWAK... ..
a
Sealed with
a kiss
set of
gorgeous lips
on the
outside of my
folded note.
Her phone #
written in
cherry red
lipstick... ..
and
'call me sometime'
written
beneath it.

I did,
I did call her.

Not only have I
never forgotten
that note
but... ..
I have never
forgotten
her scent
that only she would leave
down
our
High school
hallways.

I keep that
folded note
in a
special place
just for me.

And when
I take it
out of its
protective
sleeve?
I would swear
that... ..
I am back
in the
80's again.

And Raffinee
perfume
was hot
and all the craze
once again.



written by me... ..
Written by
The Concrete Poet  M
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