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This is my first post!
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Summers Day.
IP:
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This is a Hall of Fame piece from another site and it was my first shit.
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The clear blossom of white sweating roses on the dawn of a summer morning.
The sweet chill of last nights dusk leaves the moth flies mourning.
Tree's can't help but sway in the mid morning breeze, Blujays sit happily and sing.
Grass greener than ever, crickets croaking, Bees full of sting.
People walking dogs and gasping in the fresh country air.
Walking through the park smiling, holding hands with my sweat love Claire.
Cherry picking in the fields and house riding on the hills.
Countryside ploughed for wheat, wind turbines rotating generating the mills.
Days like this cannot be imagined in even the best of dreams.
Not a cloud in the sky, not a rain drop to fall, all thats visible is the big sun gleaming.
With this warm sunny day coming to an end, Dawn turns to Dusk.
The boats coming inshore, With the sweet smell of fresh cusk.
Bats and Owl's come out to rule the night sky.
Curled up indoors, Fireplace ablaze, and small glass of rye.
Tails from a classic, The piece and comfort of ones own home.
As life shaded and filled with nothing but neon and chrome.
-Thomas
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