the problem with wearing,
your hearrt on your sleeve,
is thats is so easily to lose,
unless you wear it like,
those mittens, we once
wore as a child,
those that hung,
from our snotty frayed,
coats,
love was love
back then.
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I always hated those mittens! But, I enjoyed this poem. Sincerely, Mary