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[aid] => mick
[title] => Her Laugh
[time] => 2009-03-02 19:21:38
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => Her laugh
was the smell
of newly washed linens;
fresh cut grass
child smiles
gypsy dances
the green spot at sunset
how Niagara Falls sounds
when you get close on the bus
crunchy snow
good molasses pouring
a special touch
from one you love
joy ringing in certain church songs
happy eyes from babies,
giggles too,
the sigh, that special sigh
after love-making
an unexpected compliment
that makes you go wow
quiet nights
Really really good chocolate
Music in your bedroom late at night
A look from someone you want that look from.
But most of all
she laughs
like she
likes you
and she does.
Like that.
That is her laugh.
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[informant] => lnnie
[notes] =>
[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
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[haspoll] => 0
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[score] => 5
[ratings] => 1
[editpoem] => 1
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[topicname] => oops
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