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Jan 2014
we sit by a lake
reflecting the sun off it's
slow waves
we listen to the birds
sing their songs of love
we sit on the grass
so green, money is jealous
we smell summer coming
down to it's final days
we sit there
with pole and line
and waste away the day
because it doesn't really matter
when I waste it with you
Breanna Legleiter
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