A Friend
When we met it was not the hot summertime. Definitely on heavenly time. We call us friends from the start. That made us very smart. We talked books. Rhymes. We got looks. They were off the chart. Friends that gave their loving heart. Talking like we were singing chimes. When we met it was not the hot summertime.
Date written: 7/12/2020 rhymezone.com howmanysyllables.com
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2020
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