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Lazily Dreaming
She loves me, she loves me not, Puffing away at a Dandelion clock On a timeless breathless afternoon In a lush green Lambwaths paddock. Six endless weeks of summer holiday Somehow suddenly drawing to an end, One of the last days of our last week Enjoying my hours with my old friend. Next week the last school year starts, Life changing decisions to be made, Some staying in the academic world Most, like me, into work, maybe trade. So this special afternoon of this week The last long holiday most will know Puffing at the Dandelion clock hoping Just for a while time will gently slow Knowing this special afternoon With this special friend Marks the start of the months Bringing childhood to an end, A long frenzied year that from Its slow but inevitable start Will change our directions And force our lives to part. The summer sun’s lazy heat, The murmuring little stream, Inducing a pleasant state Almost like a living, waking dream. She loves me, she loves me not Both more than just a little sad As our dandelion clocks count Down to the loss of what we’d had.
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