Tim Cronin

Rookie (1-21-90 / Delco PA)

8: 57 Pm - Poem by Tim Cronin

O tender breeze of summer's eve
Surrender please your secrets whisper'd softly
Change your rhyme in random time
Who tells the wind where to blow?
Come and go, come and go
Just remember come December
Wind damage can be awfully costly

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 19, 2012

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