By Opal (my dear sweet mother)
Date: 29 January 1999

I Thought...

I thought that I could play with love
as softly as a song
But when I tried to play with love
I found that I was wrong
His fingers tangled in my hair
his kiss was sweet and slow
and when I tried to run away
I found I could not go

Opal Shoemaker B.(1926-1989)

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