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Never Ends It was the unusual That was usual When she stopped by, Bouncy and flirty Exuding a mystical Deep spiritual side, As though she had Climbed into a raindrop And arrived dry and sunny In spite of the ride, Throwing kisses With her smiles, Touching without Touching Until you tingled Like twirling tinsel On a tree, Over the moon Knowing that forever Never ends. Stephen Nesbitt ©
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