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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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Date: 10/25/2022 9:53:00 AM
A dreamy relaxing poem Terry, but toward the end of my school year I don't think any of us looked at it as the end. We were too excited about the adventure ahead to realize that this in many cases was the end of friendships because our lives were forced apart and we would suffer the loss of what we had. Once in the workforce it would become evident. A very pensive poem. Enjoyed !
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Terry Ireland
Date: 10/25/2022 11:59:00 PM
Thanks Wendy. This was the sister thst I never had and we did, sadly drift apart for long periods, but kept coming back together every few years, so really it did survive.

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