Aaron Colin Evans Poems

A gentle breeze wound lazily through the park,
cool where I stood at the top of the hill.
Purple and green trees danced freely,
against the honey yellow sun stretched out in the sky.
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Ah what a fine day,
clear blue sky,
all the beer drinkers are out drinking cans in the park;
big headed muscular dog chasing around huge remote control car,
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There’s such great promise in spring,
beautiful flowers blossoming
are waving to me in the wind,
smiling so friendly
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