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First Date
Poem
First Date
That trousseau nose
and auburn hair that curves
around her ears.
The way her eyes crease
when she laughs
and dimples form
beside her lips.
Her favourite play is also mine.
We both have seen it
three times.
She loves jazz,
hates porridge
and climbs hills
to touch the clouds.
Soul mates.
Michael R Chapman
~ master of none ~
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