Hadley, Late August
Under a shade tree I lingered too long
Sipping of summer before it was gone
Heavy of head and dreamily dozing
On soft, fragrant grass that soon will be frozen
The laughter of children resounding nearby
Fingers of breeze from a blue cloudless sky
I lay by my bicycle, resting my legs
And licking my lips for sweet summer dregs
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Thank you, sir!
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