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Today!Today was so wafty, Enfolding and true, I felt my soul soaking Inside of the new. No hindrance or nuisance, Or head banging black, Instead simple laughter So soft echoed back. My hands held the honey So sticky and sweet. It trickled my tongue With gentleness neat. Igniting the realness It quick hit me whole, And left me in smiling, In charge of my soul! Joy Weare. 10th August, 2005. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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