Nothing To WearA Poem by PeteAnd so the seasons went rolling on into summer, as one rambles into higher and higher grass. - Thoreauyour frigid, chap-lipped kiss your frozen embrace you turned a cold shoulder granting spring an inch as it passed the baton to steal a mile oh summer, with your hot, flaming temper fervent, wide-brimmed hat humid, saturated sense of humor steamy conversation sultry dance of seduction what a world with its two-faced smile beguiled winds of change whirled hair curled trees burled and passing flags unfurled .
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