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Join me in my celebration of life and language through poetry. You will find no hint of literary snobbery here. Much like our beloved English ... THIS poet is very much alive, fun-loving, growing and changing!

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Morning's Sugar






Velvet mustache moves
Brushing downy kisses
Upon slumbered pout
Cupid’s bow is hidden
Beneath a cushioned hedge

I keep my eyes closed
Not wanting to disrupt him
As he says goodbye
Delighted, I look forward
To this evening’s kiss hello