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    Steps

    Drunk-like you moved along the kitchen floor
    Two sticky arms outstretched
    Wide grin upon your face
    Testing you first steps.

    Too soon I saw you running,hopping,jumping
    Catching balls and butterflies,
    Riding a silver-streaked bike
    And fishing for elusive bass.

    Now I look at you and laugh.
    Why are you laughing, you sullenly ask.
    Because you look so manly standing there
    Gazing out the window, adjusing your only tie.

    Because I,ve loved you for so long,
    Because time has sped by much too quickly,
    And childhood ways are gone.
    And if I didn't laugh, I'd probably cry.

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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