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Jul 2018
A summer breeze  
A lazy moon
The crickets sing
Their fimilar tune

We sit and watch
As day retreats
As sun's last light
In slumber, sleeps

The waves now play
With golden hue
No longer reflecting
Sky of blue

The fire dances
Sparks arise
Turning into stars
In cloudless sky

We laugh with friends
And family too
A glass of wine
Or familiar brew

Tapping glasses
Bottles, cups
Here's to life
So bottoms up

With those we love
We join in song
We're out of tune
It sounds so wrong

But we don't care
It times like this
That fill our hearts
Like your first kiss

So if you ask me
What I miss
It's not a place
That I could list

But times in life
With those I know
And laugh with
Them as I grow old





Enjoy
Written by
Clay Smith  60/M/06518
(60/M/06518)   
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