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Each day apart brings a new start.
Evenings alone we talk on the phone.
We share our stories, our feeling and worries.
We’ll plan our next meet for our lips to greet.
Then your eyes again will see the loving eyes of me.
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Outpourings from the poor old porous mind of Steve Kittell
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