Sing me a song of a summer day
Where warm winds blow across the fields
And butterfies alight on fragrant flowers
Sing me a song of a summer day
Where cold winter winds are but memories
And warmth is not hiding away
Sing me a song
Of a summer day
SUMMER DAY… a poem
I would love to sing you a song of a summer day, but here in the dead of winter, I seem to have forgotten the words. Give it a couple of months, and they’ll come back to me, I’m sure!
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Oh… I hear you loud and clear. I was going to end it with “Because I’m tired of this crap!”, but, I didn’t think that was what peopole are used to when they read my blog. So, reading between the lines had to do! ;-)))
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A wise choice to go the implied route!
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True, but there was honest hesitation… And a bit of deleting! Just sayin’…
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Awesome post, My Friend!!!
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Thank you so much! So, I wrote a different ending then immediatley changed it because the ending was… “because I’m tired of this crap!” Hahaha
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Wise choice, My Friend!!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thanks brother!
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My pleasure!!
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