Enthusiastic Soul
Connie Peters' poems in progress
Monday, August 13, 2018
Poem Away Rondelet
He Kisses Us
He kisses us,
Each morning when we start the day.
He kisses us.
He leans upon our heads, he must.
He is a man, but more a boy.
We start the day with warmth and joy.
He kisses us.
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