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Summer, nearly
Contributed by
sebgreen
on
Monday, 18th June 2012 @ 06:33:12 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Midday, the thermals smell so sweet
Of golden hay, cypress,
The molten asphalt beneath my feet
Lavender rising.
In the potholes lay the dregs
Of last night’s storm
It is summer…
Nearly.
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sebgreen
... [
2012-06-18 06:33:12] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Summer, nearly
(User Rating: 1 ) by sunshine72 on
Monday, 18th June 2012 @ 11:55:23 AM AEST (User
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i like this poem very much |
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