Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Old Summers

Lying in a bubble
Bobbing over waves
Haven't seen the headlines for days
Trees sway
Crazy windy
Hair's a tanglin'
Feet are danglin'
Hanging for hot chips
Skip off for a quick dip
Stumble back
Flicking sand
Sipping Campari and lemonade
In the dappled shade
We reminisce of old summers
When we were young and tanned and hot
Everything this summer's not

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