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Ken Pepiton Jul 2020
I woke remembering a kiss.

When you get old, if it happens,
like this, if you recall a kiss

like this one, I can't forget;
you'll know such things
do happen after
you get old. If you are lucky
or blesst with one such kiss
you do know:

there are kisses worth getting old to get.
First thought caught, before I whistled it away,

— The End —