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I know angels in smart shoes,
just waiting to turn eighteen,
and to savour the taste of kisses in public.
I know kisses in the rain,
turned eighteen and slightly twisted,
and galvanised the pieces of my heart.
I know mathematics and kudos,
interesting and flavoursome fortunes,
and in the distance I hear a biscuit snap.
I know the crisp cold of snow,
diving inside the icy burrow,
and shaving the hair from my toes.
I know the innocent pleasure of eating,
and of riding a bicycle to work,
and of sharing a sandwich in the park.
I know the bitter twist of anger,
orange juice bottled and cap not fitting,
and the spray of emancipated droplets.
I know the silence of loneliness,
justified by the happiness
already grown up and flown.
just waiting to turn eighteen,
and to savour the taste of kisses in public.
I know kisses in the rain,
turned eighteen and slightly twisted,
and galvanised the pieces of my heart.
I know mathematics and kudos,
interesting and flavoursome fortunes,
and in the distance I hear a biscuit snap.
I know the crisp cold of snow,
diving inside the icy burrow,
and shaving the hair from my toes.
I know the innocent pleasure of eating,
and of riding a bicycle to work,
and of sharing a sandwich in the park.
I know the bitter twist of anger,
orange juice bottled and cap not fitting,
and the spray of emancipated droplets.
I know the silence of loneliness,
justified by the happiness
already grown up and flown.
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It's rare that any poet I know has anything to offer than can make me smile or feel like crying with memories and with thoughts. This did both. You successfully transmuted some rather funny feelings into proper words.