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I'm up to my elbows In Summer sun, I've hit my funny bone; The gangs have hit the pavement, No one mentions home. The towels are stretched On sand dunes, Water falls free and clear, There's no time for dwelling On one's sun-kissed despair. There's amusement parks And animal farms, Camps and hiking trails; Boats slice turquoise water, I've daughters tugging tails. And there, Beneath the snuggled moon Couples spoon, Leaving room For air. We end our daily frolics With our evening walks; I'll find time To lift my elbows After equinox.
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Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
After Equinox
I'm up to my elbows In Summer sun, I've hit my funny bone; The gangs have hit the pavement, No one mentions home. The towels are stretched On sand dunes, Water falls free and clear, There's no time for dwelling On one's sun-kissed despair. There's amusement parks And animal farms, Camps and hiking trails; Boats slice turquoise water, I've daughters tugging tails. And there, Beneath the snuggled moon Couples spoon, Leaving room For air. We end our daily frolics With our evening walks; I'll find time To lift my elbows After equinox.
francie-lynch
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Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
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