I think it was June.
Yes, it was June. Perhaps. Please.
I pray it was June.
Tag Archives: June
A Place Of Rest
I would have no idea
So don’t ask
Who I am
Today
What the plan
In May
And I cannot say
I will be certain
Tomorrow or June
Either
June Sunset
Precisely
What Heaven needs
To hear
Exactly
What Universe ought
To say
And we here
Earthbound
Commend them
Snow Notwithstanding
June
You glamorous, glamorous gal
You rock the year’s runway
With days up to “there”
Baring your shoulders
Warm breeze in your hair
December’s wolf whistles
Don’t phase in the least
We beckon your beauty
Within wintry beast
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