Just the word kissing smacks of sweetness (or
of something I can’t quite describe).
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We all have done some kissing.
Some kissing was better than other kissing.
Sometimes the taste was good, sometimes bad,
and sometimes terrible.
Sometimes when we kissed it felt awkward.
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We have to learn to kiss.
Babies don’t automatically start kissing.
Of course, we don’t learn how to kiss in
school.
We learn in the school of life.
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Sometimes we speak to dogs as though they can
kiss.
We say: “Come
here rover, give me a kiss.”
But all we get is rover’s slobbery lick.
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Eskimos use their noses to kiss.
Do they get fewer colds?
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My memories of kissing are quite good.
I remember when I first kissed Kathy Marker.
We were in second grade.
We were inside a little dog house when we
kissed.
It felt scary, wonderful, mysterious…and
forbidden.
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When I was in third grade I remember when large
Mrs. Blackman picked me up and gave me a big, slobbery kiss.
It was gross.
She was wearing some very dark lipstick.
The taste was the grossest part.
I still remember that taste.
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My mom wasn’t a big kisser, and I’m grateful
for that.
But my aunt Marilyn, boy, did she like to kiss.
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Martha Doris and I kissed on a train all the way through the tunnel at
Denver’s Lakeside Amusement park.
I think Martha wanted to go one more time, but
I said that I was out of breath.
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I kissed Mary Ann Meyers one time on Prom
night.
The theme for the prom was noli me tangere:
Touch me
not.
Boy was I a puritan back then, and a Catholic
to boot.
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I wasn’t afraid of germs when I kissed.
The germs would just have to take a back seat,
so to speak.
The kissing is what counted.
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I kissed my first cousin Linda when we sat in
the back seat behind her mom and mine at the outdoor drive-in theater.
The movie took a back seat to our kissing.
I think both moms knew, but they didn’t say
anything to us.
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Well, I’ll just kiss and say goodbye.
IT’S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES!
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