Summer Wind

January 17, 2011
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A river runs blue,
Through hills of green,
A row of pink cottony filled trees.
A breeze blows,
The grass bends down, and the air is filled with pink snow peddles.
My long brown hair blows back like a flag,
I spread my arms out,
Tilt my head back,
Close my eyes,
And lets the wind take me away.

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