Sweet morning kisses, sweeter than wine,
From sweet pouty lips, that have always been mine.
Sweet morning kisses, at the break of day,
That even in December, are a breath of May.
Sweet morning kisses as I wake from A dream,
Sweet morning kisses, with the sun's first beam.
Sweet morning kisses always make me smile,
Those sweet morning kisses, always linger a while.
Sweet morning kisses all of the time,
To never receive them, would be such a crime.
8/4/14 ALTON TEXAS
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