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Up
on
tip-toes

(like a
young bride)

to reach
my mouth
to his

brown curls
edge down
my back

(to meet his
hands on
my waist)

as I
lift
my
chin

and
then

there is nothing left to say

except that
today
is the first day of spring

by gina prettybrowneyes

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Very charming. Celebrate the first day of spring while you still can, Gina. Warm regards, Sandra