Tea with ice, a thought that clings--
Yellow roses, gray blue eyes,
Summer romance--a young girl's sighs.
Hot rod cars, loud and steamy,
Didn't we think they were so dreamy?
Now we smile and say good-bye,
while watching rain clouds in the sky.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
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Reminds one of summers when we were young...summers seemed endless and free from worry...thank you.....friend,Lynne
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