lines composed by young man in English literature on a day in February.
First Kiss
Upon an Autumn clear,
A visit with my lover dear,
The songs of the birds you could hear
Them singing pleasantly.
A clearing in the woods so light
Not a person near in sight,
We thought that we just might
Kiss, but hesitantly.
Slowly, awkwardly, we started to kiss,
So nervous that I thought we'd miss;
I closed my eyes and felt the bliss
Of our kiss, so passionately.
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Bee! 22nd! Mojo's! 8:00!
Do you think you can make it?! We'd LOVE to have you there.
We have some new music you're sure to love.
By the way; this poem--awesome.
Kind of awkward? Mary Kay?
Was it the kid who picks his nose?
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