ChaCha Poet Poems

Summer is the breeze blowing through the grass in June
It is running carelessly through the meadows
It is taking off your shoes and feeling the grass tickle your toes
It is sitting on the porch at night sipping lemonade
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Wishing you were here
Wishing you were near
Wishing you could see me after all these years
All the things I’ve done
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You think you love her because she makes you laugh
Because she is pretty
Because she has money
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