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The Giant Book Of Poetry : The First Day
The First Day I wish I could remember the first day, First hour, first moments of your meeting me; If bright or dim the season, it might be. Summer or Winter for aught I can say, So unrecorded did it slip away. So blind was I to see and to foresee, So dull to mark
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Letters: Dear Boyfriend, Bugs & Plums & The Night & It’s Stars
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Letters: Moving On & To My Best Friend Jean
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Love Letters: Tig, By Katherine Mansfield, Ebba Brahe to Gustavus Adolphus & The Vonnegut Love Letters
A Love Letter From Mig Last night, there was a moment before you got into bed. You stood, quite naked, bending forward a little – talking. It was only for an instant. I saw you – I loved you so – loved your body with such tenderness. Ah, my dear! And I am not thinking