Gypsy Summer by Melina Raven Maness DieboldI remember that summer when I collected your kisses and all those rose petals burgundy and blood-red like they were silver dollars
I paid my way with saved up lunch money just so we could see the Sunday Matinee
The minutes marched on or at least they seemed to on that grey-faced clock
That was the summer we shared cookies and heartbeats and stole glances from behind blushed cheeks It was the summer we ran away from the year before
07/20/2002 Posted on 07/20/2002 Copyright © 2025 Melina Raven Maness Diebold
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