Sean Joyce

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Kissing Practice - Poem by Sean Joyce

Another choir practice was ending
with nothing worthwhile achieved

So, being twelve years old
and with a breaking voice
I looked out the window

She was standing there in the twilight
She looked so bright and so neat
Standing in the light from the window
My shadow stretched out at her feet

Walked to school in the morning
Kisses still thrilling my face
My tongue abroad in the country
no longer content in its place


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, October 15, 2010


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