Pt 2 of 6-21-80
It's Summer,
The peach tree is gone,
The plums just didn't come in,
Work moves along
and the rest of the Set is here,
Next only the bored.
New friends I see
coming to me,
A lover new
with song and touch
with a silent place
To love and rest.
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Wm Paul | Year Posted 2012
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