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*pic courtesy from pinterest  The little things the little smile the little flower in the corner aisle the little butterfly catches my eye along with  the hovering bee like sketches drawn in the sky look at the little ant fleet just close to my feet the little spider takes a warm seat the little girl who hops on the broken tile while her mother looks right across  the street from a mile I wave at her she waves back the little gestures the little fingers the little spider continues to linger the little heartbeats as humming treats while I pick up the little crumbs from my bread last night
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It's The End Of A Nice Old Way

Of getting goose bumps.
It’s the end of a pathway..
Filled with yellow blossoms.
It’s the end of an essence..
That took your breath away.
It’s the end of childishness..
That was swiftly accomplishing.
It’s the end of a surreal surrender.
With little words to squander.
It’s the end of an imaginary effect..
With the magic squared away sooner.
It’s the end of the knock out moments..
Prolific emotions..
Gone with a single poof.
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