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Summer Son (Free verse) by Frass

On Ryan's birthday celebration two months to the day that is we frolicked in October's indian summer he, in blue we, too for we wouldn't want to upset his majesty's propitious sense of coloration Folks blew bubbles in the wind we drank suds from tins and Ryan added his own glistening globes onto his chin well nigh on the high end of summer we rejoiced.

[mojo] 16-Aug-02/3:14 PM
How can i like this poem so much when i don't understand a word of it? I'm just a sucker for the sun. Hell, it cheered me up. But i sense an underlying melancholy. 8.




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