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December Rain

November 7, 2012

By Summerscales, East Brunswick, NJ

I met you on the day the daisies bloomed
First day of spring, end of winter
You came over, you said hi
I turned away, I was shy.

Those soft blue eyes
So true like summer rain
Caught mine from a distance.
Those soft sweet lips
Smiled like spring,
Laughed like summer.

You took my hand and pulled me back
Hey, you said, what’s your name?
They told me not to listen,
They told me not to hear,

The things that you would promise,
The things I’d hold so dear.
But you said hey, let’s be friends,
How could I do nothing but smile back?


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