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 Once Summertime has Died Misc 6/26/2014
 Bib 'n Brace Poems To Our Troops 6/24/2014
 There Is No School Today Misc 6/23/2014
 My Field of Dreams Misc 6/19/2014
 All The Colours I Can See Misc 6/19/2014
 In God's Name Misc 6/18/2014
 When Dreams Were Born Misc 6/18/2014
 AS TIME SLIPS AWAY Dedications 6/17/2014
  'She's Still There' Misc 1/1/2014
  'Soothing Memories' Misc 1/15/2013
  'My Dreams of Borrowed Years' Misc 1/6/2013
  'At Your Beckoned Call' Misc 11/23/2012
  'Asleep One Christmas Eve' Misc 11/21/2012
  'Alicante' Misc 11/12/2012
  'Tranquillity Lost I Fear' Misc 11/9/2012
 'Childhood Dreams and Imaginary Friends' Misc 11/1/2012
 'Far from Utopian State' Misc 10/29/2012
 'Your Kiss' Misc 10/24/2012
 'Stolen Children' Misc 10/22/2012
 'Times in the Attic of my Past' Misc 10/10/2012
  'Cover Mine Eyes' Misc 10/8/2012
 'My Dreams of Love' Challenge Poems 9/27/2012
  'Tears of Infancy' Challenge Poems 9/25/2012
  'The Cycle of Life' Challenge Poems 9/14/2012
  'The First Kiss of Love' Misc 9/6/2012
  'My First Date' Misc 9/3/2012
  'Secrets' Misc 8/31/2012
  'Asleep at Last' Misc 8/30/2012
  'Buttercup Daisies' Dedications 8/30/2012
  'Someone's Child' Dedications 8/29/2012
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Once Summertime has Died

As wind driven clouds pass golden moons,
And stars the portholes to distant worlds.
While bathing in a sea of thoughtless ruins,
I'll scribble on the canvas of memories unfurled.

Staring at the streetlights reflective stand,
Showing pictures on the pavement of places to hide.
Will my shadows obey my every command, while,
Walking to a school-yard with dream-clouds by my side.

Touching each finger, while counting each step,
Awaiting music re-tune a world that I pine.
With innocent dreaming my appetite to whet,
Crushed by the screaming of this never ending line.

Turn off that golden moon, and all the dreams that reign,
And when those stars to distant worlds subside,
Switch off all streetlights, no shadows must remain,
'Tis then I'll take my leave, Once Summertime has Died

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