A Poem: This and That
It happens every first of then,
A glance, a stare, a smile . . .
A joke made out of this and that,
When it's that and this all while.
Then becomes a there at last;
A joke there is no more -
A touch, a kiss, a warm embrace,
and that's what this is for!
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