Smith Hill
This is where we met
Foliage lush with green song thrush,
Full of spring time
Full of color
Splashed with rhymes
Sharing, our time
Colored paper, broken pens
I'm not letting our love end
Yeah, that is where we met
Seems so long ago now,
Yeah, that is where we met
At the top, of
Smith Hill
T. Plotz
Where We Met
12 FEB 2017
For ML
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