i kissed a boy here once
frosty air
of soft lipped care
laughter danced out
of the roar of a motor
not quite muffled by
a soft sigh
the moon bright
danced on snow’s white
crisp
awoken by the stain
of a red lip
i kissed a boy here once.
“And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.” (abraham lincoln)
Happy Birthday baby … love you with all my heart.
“I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it.” (daisy, the great gatsby)
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