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I was the age of 5, just a little boy

When my little sister had over a friend, and her name was Joy;
I remember they played barbie’s for just a little while;
And I of course was Super Man with my cape of towel;
After a while of bugging them they finally let me play;
I became the astronaut, all the rest of the day;
I flew out in my space ship to save the planet of two;
No matter how many enemies, because victory I knew;
With my space ship and I, not one did I miss;
Why, because every time I returned home,
 I got a heroes kiss.

Martin D. White
Author
Living The Simple Life
Simple Life Poetry
www.livingthesimplelife.com
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Submitted by Mel on 14 September 2008 - 2:38am.
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Gorgeous!

Mel Inwood
What a beautiful poem! If only kisses were that innocent always! I miss the days of childhood, when life was simple and our imagination took us on fantastic journeys every day!
Absolutely beautiful….thankyou!

Submitted by Martin White on 14 September 2008 - 4:04am.
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Thank you for the nice

Thank you for the nice comment. I am 48 and if you never grow up, kisses are alway that innocent.
When I wrote this peom on my forum, one girl repled she had never been kissed.
I wrote this for her:

Never Been Kissed

When two lips touch for the very first time;
Both Hearts stop, and you hear a chime;
With the nerviness of the moment and the excitement of it all;
It is like not paying attention and walking into a wall;
You walk around like a zombie for the next several days;
Dumb founded by the moment in total amaze;
Now that you know what is like to have a very first kiss;
Grab the cutest person around you and
make sure you don’t miss.