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Soaked


 

As sopping cotton clings to skin
and flashbacks dance in Autumn rain,
grown woman greets the child again.
 

Brown feet in puddles, splash and spin,
cold toe wriggles, girlish giggles,
slim arms outstretched to wicked grin.
 

It seems this one was never twain
as sopping cotton clings to skin.
 

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