Is a kiss a kiss when in the air
And ever care where it FALLS blown
By one who loathes missing.
Blowing kisses more kissings
Contort the brow, perse your lips
Come forward plant the kiss.
So as not to worry whether you'll miss.
Feel the pleasure of good measure.
Stay and persist. A KISS of a kiss
Of caustiousness! Have patients
My gracious. Flow into it.
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