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Summer picnic under maple trees thru brunette wisps blew the summer breeze At the table up the hill sat the family talking of what life was like to be free Ran by the lake in a summer dress never having to stop never having to rest Stood at the shore dressed in yellow; could feel the sand between delicate toes Sore eyes looked down at her and saw two there, at her side but no one there knew Gently touched the girl’s hand so she would come to understand there would come a time for her too there would come a time when she grew There would come a time for the sunrise and the summer skies too, but too quick for sore eyes, too soon Now she reflects and remembers what it was like to be younger And she wishes she could feel the summer breeze once more at that family picnic, down by the shore
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Feb 25, 2010
Feb 25, 2010 at 12:16 PM UTC
Summer Breeze
Summer picnic under maple trees thru brunette wisps blew the summer breeze At the table up the hill sat the family talking of what life was like to be free Ran by the lake in a summer dress never having to stop never having to rest Stood at the shore dressed in yellow; could feel the sand between delicate toes Sore eyes looked down at her and saw two there, at her side but no one there knew Gently touched the girl’s hand so she would come to understand there would come a time for her too there would come a time when she grew There would come a time for the sunrise and the summer skies too, but too quick for sore eyes, too soon Now she reflects and remembers what it was like to be younger And she wishes she could feel the summer breeze once more at that family picnic, down by the shore
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chrstne
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Feb 25, 2010
Feb 25, 2010 at 12:16 PM UTC
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