Summer’s Morn Poem by Robert Ruiz

Summer’s Morn

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If I should die
This summer’s morn
my clothes of age
just newly worn
There’d be
but one regret
That in our lives
We never met
‘Til summer nearly nigh
Would bid its greeting
And then pass by.

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