Like Summer Tomorrow Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Like Summer Tomorrow



Now if I am feeling beautiful and purple in my innuendo-
Then we will wind up here, singing together beneath the sad
Beauty marks around her eyes:
She is leaving, but soon there will be another forest
To skip school and swing into,
And it will be just like summer tomorrow.

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Robert Rorabeck

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Berrien Springs
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