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Who will recognize me
now
Of those who knew me then
Before I learned of Avalon
And Karma through to Zen?
Those days of other yesteryears
When I was lost and searching
Held captive by imagined fears
And pains that had me lurching
The treatment I'd invented
Was radical and severe
No feelings to be vented
No-one allowed too near
But when we met she barged right in
And trampled down my fences
(This woman's got the thickest skin
Or else she's lost her senses!)
At first when she would hug me
(The mere idea would paralyze!)
I had to hide my effrontery
From the laughter in her eyes
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Her hugs began to
punctuate
Our meeting and our parting
How could what I professed to hate
Set my eyes a-smarting?
She is my Lady of the Hug
She taught me caring and affection
She showed me Cold is but a bug
And that Aloof means no connection
Will dear Julie ever know
What her hugging did for me?
How her hugging helped me grow
From an acorn to a tree?
© 2006 James Henry McIntosh
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