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Am I ready for winter? Hmm, lets see.
How can I be, when I keep remembering yesterday. Yesterday and all its beautiful memories. The warmth of the sun on my skin and the stroll down Piker Avenue. Looking admiringly at the 13 story lived in apartment buildings standing tall and majestic in their place as they reach up to the sky and what about the aging, but still beautiful one and two story brick and wood flower graced turn of the century houses that line both sides of the street - such beauty and warmth. It was the last day of summer. A beautiful magnificent day with nothing missing. The clear and exquisite blue sky was perfect. Not a cloud anywhere. Am I ready for winter? I can answer that with a resounding no! How can I be when I keep remembering yesterday. The hot sun beaming down warm rays of delightful summer heat on my overly grateful body. The animation of summer brings life and joy. New beginnings are the norm, and love ignites hearts and new romances are born, and let's face it, we can get around better in the summer. No slushing through the freezing snow and ice; and driving on slippery icey pavements. Just welcomed heat and sometimes perfect tempatures. Am I ready for winter? How can I be when I keep Remembering yesterday. The neigborhood children Laughing as they ran, jumped, and played in the Hot summer sun. Little boys and girls Frolicking Through over grown grass in the wide open field Down the street. Their world, where they connect And just be kids and play to their heart's content. Am I ready for winter? How can I be when I keep Thinking about all the wonderful people whose path's I crossed during the summer. Those who were polite And those who were not so polite, but they still made A lasting impression in my heart because who's to say That he or she - the ones that weren't polite - Didn't have some good in them I can't make that call. Am I ready for winter? No! A thousand times no! For how can I be, when I keep remembering yesterday.
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