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Nov 2023
It is the little things that get broken
China, a glass, toys,

A heart.

It is the little things that get lost
A button, your car keys,

A heart.

It is the little things which bring joy
Touching your hand, you touching me,

Love from the heart.

It is the little things which remain unspoken
I love you more than life itself.
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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