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I sit by the pond dragonflies hoover and swoop and fly off over the water. Birds sing from the trees. There is a smell of summer in the afternoon air. I must bring that new boy Benny here to sit with me so we can be alone far from the peering eyes of my mother or neighbours. Ducks swim past like small boats drift effortless. I wish he were here now I wish he was beside me right here. I want to kiss him and hold him tight and for him to kiss me and hold me tighter. A woodpecker raps some place near a pheasant calls. I imagine he is here and we kiss and such. I hear the wood pigeon call. I want him overmuch.
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May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 3:29 AM UTC
YEHUDIT BY THE POND 1962.
I sit by the pond dragonflies hoover and swoop and fly off over the water. Birds sing from the trees. There is a smell of summer in the afternoon air. I must bring that new boy Benny here to sit with me so we can be alone far from the peering eyes of my mother or neighbours. Ducks swim past like small boats drift effortless. I wish he were here now I wish he was beside me right here. I want to kiss him and hold him tight and for him to kiss me and hold me tighter. A woodpecker raps some place near a pheasant calls. I imagine he is here and we kiss and such. I hear the wood pigeon call. I want him overmuch.
A GIRL BY A POND 1962
TerryCollett
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May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 3:29 AM UTC
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