Do it again
To be alive
is to feel joy
pain
sun
rain
to get up every morning
and do it again
simply because it's there;
to love the breeze
in your hair
the soft crunch of chocolate
on your lips
the gentle swagger of motion
as you roll your hips
the love
of being in love
and being alive
again
and again
and again.
Let's do it again
let's do it again
let's do it again
let's do it again
let's do it again
let's do it again
let's do it again
KenR, July 2009
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