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Title: Kisses from Assata Post by: Ras Rebel on September 26, 2008, 10:42:51 AM My baby girl’s kisses on Monday morning
are like a Sunday sermon uplifting my spirit. Baby Girl’s eyes on Tuesday afternoon taste like sweet banana pudding on a golden spoon. My baby girl’s smile on Wednesday evening Is like the smell of fresh roses every time I breathe in. Her hugs on Thursday night are warm and tight like under covers by candle light. She called me on the phone, Friday at lunch, sang a song so sweet I forgot to drink my punch During Saturday morning cartoons sounds of amusement escape Baby Girl’s room. Then on Sunday while she sleeps I stare at Baby Girl; The angel of my week. ~Ras Rebel I~ |