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From Her, With Love...
Between the yellow pages
Of an old paperback,
With a tattered cover,
That I carelessly bought
On a bright summer Sunday...
Hidden safe and neat,
Scrawled in blue ink,
Is a secret little note
With tiny hearts
And curly letters
That she wrote me
Back when she wore her hair
In twin braids, and rolled
Her white socks halfway down.
© Artisancta
Of an old paperback,
With a tattered cover,
That I carelessly bought
On a bright summer Sunday...
Hidden safe and neat,
Scrawled in blue ink,
Is a secret little note
With tiny hearts
And curly letters
That she wrote me
Back when she wore her hair
In twin braids, and rolled
Her white socks halfway down.
© Artisancta
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