Poem

 1 2|          he murmured, taking his hand out of his pocket.~    I
 2 2|             I bit the back of my hand to keep from laughing again.~    "
 3 2|    laughing again.~    "Get that hand away from your mouth!" my
 4 2|         up.~    I had to keep my hand in front of my mouth to
 5 4|          if I wanted to hold her hand or even kiss her? What is
 6 4|      another," I said taking her hand. Her little fingers were
 7 4|        plate and the spoon in my hand.~    "Tired of walking the
 8 4|          with the notebook in my hand and began to shiver. Suddenly
 9 6|          with an umbrella in his hand.~    "Hi, Burhan!"~    He
10 6|          entered slowly with his hand to his chin. He walked down
11 6|       resting in the palm of his hand.~    I thought of my father.
12 7| dufflecoat.~    Mira gave me her hand. There was a gleam in her
13 8|       She came over and laid her hand on his shoulder.~    "You