polka dots
so summer comes once more
and I stare at time as it moves
criss crossing - bending over
and still the night is a lonely place
tears - hard to come by
do you remember me
as polka dots fade
and my face is torn
we do what we got to do
still I love you
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-03-25 at 18:03
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