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Bologna sandwiches flavored with garlic.
Bags of chips and soda,packed next to the beer...
Looks like grandpa's an old alcoholic!
Picnic baskets bothered by bears...
Ants crawling on the food,Young kids just don't
have any cares.
Taste buds shaded by Elm trees of wood!...
Picnic's food that sure is good!
Nice sunny days with one's own mother...
Is having a sister and not a brother!
Kites waving high in the windy like sky...
Children playing,teasing one another,Making their
friend sadly to cry!
Nice Summer days dissappear from the calendar...
Winter does come and seems so long as far!
Season's rotate as fast as thunder...
Time's hour glass gets so heavy,as empty as under!
Poetry by Michael Jeffrey Gale
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Written on 2006-11-17 at 22:23
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Summer Picnic Days!
Graham cracker's crumbs sprinkled thru life...Bologna sandwiches flavored with garlic.
Bags of chips and soda,packed next to the beer...
Looks like grandpa's an old alcoholic!
Picnic baskets bothered by bears...
Ants crawling on the food,Young kids just don't
have any cares.
Taste buds shaded by Elm trees of wood!...
Picnic's food that sure is good!
Nice sunny days with one's own mother...
Is having a sister and not a brother!
Kites waving high in the windy like sky...
Children playing,teasing one another,Making their
friend sadly to cry!
Nice Summer days dissappear from the calendar...
Winter does come and seems so long as far!
Season's rotate as fast as thunder...
Time's hour glass gets so heavy,as empty as under!
Poetry by Michael Jeffrey Gale
Read 416 times
Written on 2006-11-17 at 22:23
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