Summer! Don't go!
Don't leave me here.
No golden thread to pull you close!
No silver line to call your name,
To see your face, or hear those teeth
That quiver my chin and funny bone.
Winter's grey is bad enough!
Noses red and empty cough
Are horrible company!
The solitary stroll will hollow
My heart and bosom
Til spring will follow,
And Summer come again.
Don't leave me here.
No golden thread to pull you close!
No silver line to call your name,
To see your face, or hear those teeth
That quiver my chin and funny bone.
Winter's grey is bad enough!
Noses red and empty cough
Are horrible company!
The solitary stroll will hollow
My heart and bosom
Til spring will follow,
And Summer come again.
-jenn long
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