John W. McEwers

Freshman - 538 Points (6/20/1980 / Nova Scotia, Halifax)

The Midnight Of Summer - Poem by John W. McEwers

Summer was always such a happy time
til now.

I loved you like cereal loves milk,
til now.

I moved as close to you as a fence to a yard
til now.

But summer can't be sunny all the time,
not now.

You left me behind you, never to hold you close,
not now.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010



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