It starts as a little smile ...






way down deep inside.













Then it begins to move,






and as it moves it grows.













Up and up it travels,






higher and higher it goes.













And as it goes,






it continues to grow,






getting stronger and stronger,






till it can no longer be contained .......

You have just been "tickled pink" !!

If you enjoyed this,

please pass it on to someone you would like to tickle!






You were tickle number

"Tickle" is an original poem © jgw - 1997

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This page was created on 08/04/98
Last revision 05/14/03

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