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Aug 2014
She kisses me
now and again
usually when
I least expect.
Which is as perfect
as perfect gets.
She sets my clock and
makes me rock and
coils me round her finger,
she kisses and I linger on the
fragrance from her lips.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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