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The hurried Summer. The hurried Summer. A mind cast back to warm Summer days Is far from the hurried Summer-time now At that time was a sun to blue skies laze The scent of blossom in a full time grow Yet now is the Summer of such short thrift And only in the past was there warming Those days soft and to a sweetening drift Summers are now into hurry’s storming I wonder if it’s memory’s select And a remembered is to a mind’s blame Perhaps what is now is to a correct That what is now is to the past the same Bless those beautiful salad days of yore But with hurried Summer, they are no more |
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They are no more but I remember them. The glorious hot days with the tar melting on our roads. Todays sumer in Ireland i dark, windy, and raining!!!
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