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Kissing Down The Telephone Line
With loving words,
we coo and dove to one another
over the telephone line.
Blowing kisses to one another
down the telephone.
Now tomorrow when we meet,
we’ll take them up for real
that’s if our mothers let us,
because you are only two
and I am only three.
29 February 2008
poem
by
David Harris
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