The weekend is upon us.
But we’re to be apart.
It will be the first time,
since our fateful start.
Time will pass more slowly,
until again we meet.
And a kiss will be our just dessert,
just all the more sweet.
~*~
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Outpourings from the poor old porous mind of Steve Kittell
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