First Kiss
There’s some
confusion about our first kiss.
We both remember
where we were that day.
But things get
jumbled when we reminisce.
“You kissed me
first,” he’ll consistently say.
“No, It was you
who kissed me,” I’ll replay.
One night, he
proposed, but without a ring.
He says New
Year’s and I say Thanksgiving.
So who kissed
who, we do not really know.
And when we
agreed to marry, same thing.
We’ve been hitched
forty-one years, even though.
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