Leaves,
in the breeze,
in the lanes.
I went out today
to meet you in the park.
What a lark.
Wait,
by the gate,
don’t be late.
I’ll be wearing
a blue ribbon in my hair,
and we’ll go to the fair.
We’ll ride the Ferris wheel…
We’ll have fun.
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