Summer Days
The summer days were hot, We cooked crabs in the big metal pot. Then baking the best creamy chocolate cupcakes, With tons of wonderful coconut flakes. Off to the park to eat we must go, Oh please do not say no. I long for the days of old, The days when we could both be bold. The days when my Aunt, Was hugged and told. I love you forever and ever, That could have knocked her over like a heavenly feather.
7/8/2019
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2019
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