San Francisco, as we all know.
Happy or sad, neither to show.
When I get ready for Fall
I already hear them all.
Screaming, fighting & wishing,
All she was doing is missing.
Now I Can't ask her to come,
Wish I stayed, from where I come.
Four months of summer,
A sweet tale of a hummer.
I wish I had her here,
If not now, but sometime in near.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
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