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little days

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Winding wound a windmill Blue

Dancing like we used to do

skylark breeze and Jasmine air

loving grass on feet kicked Bare

A moment’s World for us to hold

a Memory so gently sold

the child’s Season long but passed

Eternal summer cannot last.

◄ Constant Gardener

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<Deleted User> (5646)

Thu 19th Feb 2009 10:45

Your poem is soooo sweet.
I saw the colour of summer in the pic.
All lavender blue hues.
Lovely. :-)
Janet.x

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