reminisce

visit me here in the summertime,

when wild flowers bloom and

inspirations are free. you can

scream and no one will hear you,

lie and everyone will believe you.

visit me here, no one will harm

you except yourself and your

religion. the sun arrives late

and leaves early, the moon has

a mind of its own. up the road

a man has made dandelion wine.

down the road, we can get ice

cream. i will sit at the window

and watch for you. your violin

will make me smile again. the

peepers will serenade you. we

will dance barefoot in the clover.

leave your winter wrap behind.

the gray squirrels will teach you

magic and the morning doves will

heal your grief. visit me here in

the summertime when i miss you

the most.

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