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Poetry : Sun On My Skin
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From: MSN NicknameNamedCandyGirl  (Original Message)Sent: 7/28/2008 4:01 PM
Sun On My Skin
 
 
As I look to the sky,
I feel the hot sun on my skin,
My heart melting like ice cream,
Something new to begin,
For this is the summertime,
Where good times are always on my mind,
Those summer evenings,
Spent in the backyard,
Talking and chatting,
Such relaxing and having fun,
For the summer sun,
Is such bliss,
And I do cherish your ice cream kiss,
For you have the magic touch,
Like the heat of the sun on my skin,
For you have unlocked this heart,
And made me a new life to begin,
I feel so free in the summertime,
I feel so free,
Because I know you are mine.
 
 
Candy Girl


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From: MSN NicknameIced-Gem�?/nobr>Sent: 7/29/2008 8:40 AM
Beautiful !
 
 

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From: MSN NicknameJodie_3Sent: 7/31/2008 11:35 PM
I love the ice cream kiss  

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From: MSN NicknameJodie_3Sent: 8/1/2008 12:01 AM
Such a morning it is when love
leans through geranium windows
and calls with a cockerel's tongue.
 
When red-haired girls scamper like roses
over the rain-green grass;
and the sun drips honey.
 
When hedgerows grow venerable,
berries dry black as blood,
and holes suck in their bees.
 
Such a morning it is when mice
run whispering from the church,
dragging dropped ears of harvest.
 
When the partridge draws back his spring
and shoots like a buzzing arrow
over grained and mahogany fields.
 
When no table is bare,
and no beast dry,
and the tramp feeds on ribs of rabbit.
 
Laurie Lee

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