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Little Miss Mischief (Forever Young)
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Poems That proverbial devil on my shoulder.
Always with a quip or a comeback.
That guiding light.
My Angel.
An invisible hand, stroking my hair of an evening.
That gusto that says I'm going to be OK.
The reason I could never stand still.
A strong north wind, carrying me on.
The steel to get up and go,
when all of my nerve and sinew has left me.
She is mine.
I am hers.
That we still are, all that we were to each other.
The blue in my eyes.
The sunshine in my smile.
The tongue in my cheek,
and the cheek in my laugh.
The fire in my heart, speaking my mind.
The smell of daffodils.
The fun in pyjama days.
A glue, a tie that binds.
That sense of self and dignity.
Youth personified,
and majesty in adversity.
