Summer

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    Summer

    Summer time, he's coming,
    The best person alive.
    Traveling thousands of miles,
    Just to see me.
    I love him,
    And he loves me.
    Were going to be together,
    For a long time hopefully.
    I hope nothing happens,
    To seperate us.
    Were going to have fun next summer,
    Together all the time,
    Day after day.
    Going to sleep in his arms,
    Waking up in his arms.
    It's going to be like a dream come true.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Yoda413’s Poems (22)

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    The Lost One 0
    First love 0
    My Bleeding Soul 0
    Sorry 0
    What Happened 2
    Summer 0
    Why? 2
    Why? 1
    Us 0
    Cheated 0
    Found Him 0
    I Told You 0
    Alone 0
    Already There 1
    Broken Heart 1
    Cry -1
    Breech of Sadness 2
    Broken Roads 0
    Friends 0
    Alive 0
    The Day 1
    My Love 0