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July 12, 2005
The Look
The Look, by Sara Teasdale.
Strephon kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Strephon's kiss was lost in jest, Robin's lost in play, But the kiss in Colin's eyes Haunts me night and day.
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Posted on July 12, 2005 12:36 PM by Love P74.
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