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Curls
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Early Years
When you sometimes
Tired
Rest your head
Full of black curls
And such
On my shoulder,
(which is also yours)
And there fall asleep,
I can almost swear
That I hear you dreaming.
And even then
You tell me,
In no uncertain terms,
Perhaps waiting for an answer,
Half afraid
I LOVE YOU!
If you could see my
Smile
While my hand twirls
Black-night curls
You wouldn’t be afraid.
