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What is a kiss? To some a false pretension,
but to those who seek the lust of love,
sweet lips adhere affection.
She went her forgetful way,
she parted the heart of me,
the sting of parting yesterday,
doth haunt for all to see.
Inheritance, that gift of diverse sources,
from parents attributed, determines some courses.
DNA and the genes from one to another,
contoured in the lineage of sister and brother.
Death may award too, a charitable present,
untimely to some, to others expectant.
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