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JANUARY MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME

January 1960 must come or I’d not exist —
After the blizzard snow — bridesmaids in Christmas red.
New the bride — dark hair, pink lips.
Under the honeymoon a seed was sown —
Armed with words in her tiny fist.
Romance of my parents, both twins —
Yonder their September stars — I blow a kiss.

1/3/2019
Contest - January acrostic
Sponsor - Michelle Faulkner

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Date: 1/3/2019 9:02:00 PM
Very sweet, Kim.
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 1/3/2019 9:32:00 PM
Thank you, Line!