Poetic snapshots, mostly travel-related.
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Thursday, December 29, 2011
Spot and smile
I can't count how many steps it took
to find my feet underneath me, but
there were dances, and I never fell
too far. We live through limps, love,
and if I spin you silly sometimes, just
squeeze my hand, spot and smile.
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