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The earmuffs you gave me that Christmas
Currently sit on the shelf in the closet
Waiting for the first snowfall and the crisp wind
Although you are not with me this year
I know you think of me and do the same of you
I remember the feel of the butter on your fingers
From the last movie we saw together
And the last game of table tennis we played
The time we spent together was short
But we made the most of it
Not knowing the next time is what hurts the most
Until then we will do as we have always done
Thinking writing talking over the miles

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The following comments are for "Longing"
by Xlnt_1

Last Tango in Paris
Did this poem make anyone else think of Last Tango in Paris? lol I quite like it. This is becoming something of a series for you, eh? The best part of each of these poems is the deadpan, matter of fact, delivery. That's perfect.

( Posted by: Viper9 [Member] On: November 3, 2003 )

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