summer

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    summer

     The words fly across the paper with such ease
    But what she wants she cannot seize
    Everyday he leaves
    As she lays there begging him please
    Just one more day
    Wishing there was one more way
    When she could sit and say
    God there was a way
    One day she will leave
    Her cheast won't heave
    She will go on summers eve
    Taking her forever leave

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

    trets’s Poems (10)

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    more then you know 2 06/30/2009
    make sure what you say is what you mean 1 06/30/2009
    summer 0 06/30/2009
    trip to the past 0 06/30/2009
    Counting 0 06/30/2009
    The pain 1 06/30/2009
    the text 0 06/30/2009
    switch blade 0 06/29/2009
    love you 2 06/29/2009
    words 0 06/29/2009
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