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SUMMER SALAD DAYS

I am so looking forward to summer salad days 
Putting healthy food on a plate instead of take away trays
Lettuce, cucumber and tomato will all be there 
Pile it all on I will eat it all and won't seem to care 

Difficult choice whether to have meat or cheese 
Easy to prepare I am sure everyone agrees 
Very little washing up to do that's always a good thing 
Having it al fresco as we say goodbye to the spring 

Hurry up summer salad days I can't wait for you to come
This miserable wet day is making me miserable and glum
 
 

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Tony Taylor

Hey KIERAN!!...I LOVE that expression ~ "Summer Salad Days"... I've never heard that before.... did you just make that up or is it some old 'Chef's Expression' or something?..... regardless, I'm SOOO with you....I enjoy a salad on a warm summer day....... you've done a good job with your perfect rhyme scheme and its delivery as well!!......ALL STARS!!..... creatively compelling my friend!!.....LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo ?✴❤?

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KIERAN1369

Hey Tony 

Just a made up expression! 
Every day should be a summer salad day !
Cowboys made the play offs so it wasn't completely a bad season!

 

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