picking up Kemper at the nursery
i couldn't find your eyes
among all the little smiles
of the children that played in the garden
then suddenly at my feet
you appeared
timid and smiling
I knelt for you
picking up Kemper at the nursery
i couldn't find your eyes
among all the little smiles
of the children that played in the garden
then suddenly at my feet
you appeared
timid and smiling
I knelt for you
Teardrops commented on picking up Kemper at the nursery
02-24-2011
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02-24-2011
02/24/2011
sanctus commented on picking up Kemper at the nursery
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Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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