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The Little Things
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Life Why is it that
No one ever talks
About the subtleties of life,
Until they’re gone.
Only simple single-minded
Thoughts of a qualitative
Belief of ones beauty
And then I find myself
Stuck—
Talking to Mr. Franklin &
Mr. Roosevelt.
Missing the way she
Always wiggled her
Toes
When we watched a movie
The way she
Raised her eye brow
At the sight of herself
In the mirror.
And missing the way
She smiles at me
With those hiding
Beautiful brown eyes
And the way she sits
On the bathroom sink every morning
It’s the little things
That you need
When they’re gone
And if you’re smart
It’s the little things
That you take advantage of
When they’re around.
