Love
hits you
the
moment
you
pick up
the
warm
and
fuzzy puppy.
It
wags its
tail
and
licks
your face.
Let no one
make it
more
complicated
than
that.
Even
Shakespeare
is
at a loss
for
words.
And for
the writer,
today
And for
the writer,
today
happens
to be one
of those
to be one
of those
days
when
word
count
doesn’t
matter.
Chris
Hanch 2-14-19
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