Monday, February 8, 2010

summer poem

shall i compare you to a summer day
shake off the pretty buds of May
at the court ballin', i got a wet J
just lay with me everything will be ok
summer doesn't last nearly enough
the cool calm winds always bring storms that are rough
passin planets just take another puff
hot summer work days will make a man tough
the beauty of the colors and the golden sun
being able to just go on a shirtless run
theres nothing about summer i want undone

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