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#cutgrass
Cool grass blades And blue glass fades To golden reflections Of sunset on my window Sprinklers shush shushing And mourning doves cooing The light fades away And lightning bugs play Summer nights I could use you now As I sit here in February Cold and tired.
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Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 2:03 PM UTC
Thinking of Summer