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She turns back, she waves goodness,

In the hall or back from her desk.

Her laugh pulls me into soft pillows.

I feel the magic softness move my soul.

At first, she did not want to know me.

Now she turns, she always turns.

It’s graceful and fluttery and I would

Love  to hold her and gently move my hands.

Perhaps a feeble attempt, lacking the mind-bending and certainly not steamy, but I am enjoying celebration of the anniversary of Thinking Too Hard.  All of her posts inspire, but today we help her celebrate!