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SUMMER TIME BREEZES

SUMMER TIME BREEZES

SUMMER TIME BREEZES 
ARE COMING THOUGH 
MY WINDOW THE SUN IS 
COMING UP THE BRIDS ARE SINGING
THE SMELL OF FRESH CUT
GRASS FROM THE DAY BEFORE
THE SOUND OF A TRAIN IN 
A FAR DISTANCE SUMMER TIME
BREEZES ARE COME THOUGH
MY WINDOW AS THE AFTERNOON
SUN SHINES IN MY WINDOW
THE SMELL OF FRESH CUT ROSES
THE SOUNDS OF CHLDREN PLAYING
IN THE PARK THE SMELL OF COOK
OUTS ON SUMMER TIME DAY 
SUMMER TIME BREEZES ARE COMING 
THOUGH MY WINDOW AS THE MOON 
AND THE STARS SHINE THOUGH MY 
WINDOW THE SOUND OF  CRICKETS
ANDTHE MUSIC FROM THE TOWN 
BAND AND THE RADIO PLAYING 
TODAYS GAME 
SUMMER TIME BREEZES 

 

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Marion

Great work Greg ❤️

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Jill Tait

OMG I can almost smell the summer grasses & flowers & hear those happy children with the music from that band in the distance thru your window Greg I love your picture too ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️💕❤️💕💙❤️

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Greg Etsell

Thank you Jill how to love the photo I was on Twitter and a celebrity actress puts that photo on her Twitter page so I thought I will save it and I will write a poem when I come up with one the stew is an old poem three or four years old somewhere in Cosmo Just thought I’d update it

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Jim "The Lad" ....

Wrote one similar that I will post in a couple of weeks, really nice write!..............Jim

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John Prophet

The feels of happiness. We all can use more of that these days.
wonderful piece...

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Neville

this is what summer time is all about .. got my foot tapping all on its own Greg  :) 

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Greg Etsell

Thank you Neville 
Summer can be too hot
 

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Neville

a real pleasure Greg and all mine .. and yes, I quite agree :) 

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