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Bus Stop
Contributed by
ramfire
on
Saturday, 14th June 2008 @ 09:52:13 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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There you were standing by bus stopping place,
the place where I return e'er day’s work’s o’er.
When I stepped low a smile now graced your face,
such smile as I had never seen before.
Then you took my hand giving fingers squeeze,
your hold and gentle ways delighting me.
And walking home the news did surly please,
for I was told young father I would be.
Would child of my youth be girl, I think male,
whatever gender mattered least it seemed.
God’s great gift hoping strongly I’d not fail,
good kind of parent yoked with wife well teamed.
Her smile was wondrous having news to say,
Soon revelation made a joyous day.
Copyright ©
ramfire
... [
2008-06-14 21:52:13] (Date/Time posted on
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