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Dec 2010
Do you remember when she first held your hand?
Thirty seconds that seemed like thirty minutes,
The first kiss thrills with a scrambled egg feeling,
You simultaneously slightly drunk and flying high.

Never forgotten, never repeated, frozen instants,
The forever moment, now forever lost in time,
Unless she said yes and that faint reminder,
Of your first love, is a morning coffee smile.
copyright Ian Beckett
Ian Beckett
Written by
Ian Beckett  Dublin and Vienna
(Dublin and Vienna)   
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     David W Clare, Ian Beckett and Jerry
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