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Eight Decades of Touching All the Bases
Poetry and Muses
SOFT THINGS
How many soft things
are there left to enjoy?
A kiss,
a caress
between a girl and boy.
The coo of a baby
while its mother smiles down.
The sweet smell of rain
as it covers the ground.
The warmth of the sun
as I look up to the sky.
The beauty of nature
that money can't buy.
Its all so free
and won't fade with time.
My life is a joy
when softness is mine.