Summertime Poem by Pierre Rausch

Summertime



Halted a few paces to the rear
What has taken place
Almost of discipline
To abrupt changes
Whose contents drove her to despair
The scene is set your night begins
In Summertime freedom begins
Whose contents drove her to despair
And when smile harms
How does one get on it?
A sort of mendicant musician
Her cap had fallen on her knees.
Or around to enjoy a mystery
Your sunglasses
On emerging to suppose
How does one get on it?
Or around to mystery
The scene is set your knight begins
In Maritime, it's your set to begin
Who has always been patient
Your sunglasses

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