The wayA Poem by FlorelleI like the way, you brush your hair. I like the way, you sat on that chair. I like the way, you walk so swift. I like the way, you eat so quick. I like the way, you talk so thrilled. I like the way, you chess so skilled. I like the way, you call my name. I like the way, you ask about my day. © 2014 FlorelleAuthor's Note
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