Breathtaking Love
The first time ever I laid my eyes on you-
please place the mask over your mouth and nose pulling the elastic strap behind
your head; the bag may not inflate even when oxygen is flowing.
For the next twenty years.
Every time you walk into the room-
one, two, three, blow; one, two, three, blow; we're losing him; breathe, sir breathe.
Entry in the Breathtaking Love contest
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2010
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