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October 28, 2011

The thousand words for love
tumbling in jumbles fall
softly piling on slipping from 
lips ever kissing as whispers
murmured secrets sliding
by floating on in streams
semi-conscious humming 
your name without saying
its beaming daydreaming
clamoring enamored hand
over handed up offered up
no stopping no sticking but
saying and staying and playing
and maying I tipping my hat I
topping up tripping delightly
tossing roses at toeses
asking a question of whose 
eyes listen & glisten at risking
and risking again for the sake
of cheeks and eyelashes and
freckles and passes with the
thousand words for love.

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