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in a warm house there's fresh bread baking in the evening a quiet time with holding hands and shy smiles looking deeply into your eyes and yours into mine and hide - nothing - and we bring along in time into this world another struggling warm bit of life to suckle to smile to laugh to cry to sing to walk to run to learn to love to grow and reach and touch and hug and shout words full of vitality and spirit and wonder and awe poetic visions big enough to swaddle a world |
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No. 20 from Seeing Through the Heart II - a poetry series presented to Val on Valentine's Day, 1988.