by Patrice Clarkson | Jun 21, 2016 | My Musings, Poetry
When I ran, played all day long The hours were long, lasting all day long Summer was at least a year Warming all day, all day long. Bees buzzed, birds sang all day long Sweet scents on breezes waffling thru As I played Ran all day, all day long ~ Patrice © Patrice...