THE FIRST KISS

 

 

My First Kiss

I do not remember my first kiss

And I doubt if you do

For when I received this first kiss

My age was a minute or two

Over the next decade or so

I must have been kissed by many

But as they were elderly aunts,

I would rather not remember any

The first kiss that I do remember

Was followed by a giggle and a slap

But ah what a sweet remembrance

That still makes my heart flap

I wish I could share the sweet story

But I would rather go to hell

For I am an old fashioned gentleman

And gentlemen do not kiss and tell

 

 

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  1. This was great! It reminded me of a ditty that my grandfather (75 years older than me, born in 1875) used to sing. I can’t remember the exact words, but something like “The ladies they would soap me up, wipe water from my brow, I was just a baby then, I wish they’d do it now.”

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      1. Thanks for sharing your thoughts. Christmas is the remembrance of the birth of Jesus. Without His birth, there would be no Christmas. There are many things that are wrong with the way that the birth of our Savior has become commercialized. Much of the thought, of “peace on earth, good will to men,” is something that draws us together. Jesus didn’t start a religion. Religion is man’s attempt to get to God. Being a follower of Jesus is not being religious, which is doing something. It is having an intimate and personal relatioonship with, which is a result of someone’s being born again to where their spirit inhabit’s the Spirit of God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Spirit, and the spirits of all others who have ever been born again. Please forgive me for not making my response more concise. I trust that you will have a blessed day.

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