Summertime
The leaves are full and green again,
lazy and soaked with heat.
No more fights and contests to win
only warm grass under feet.
I�m drunk and warmed through with the sun,
laughing and running on air.
Why should I stop? It�s so much fun.
What you think; why should I care.
For a while I�ve lost my chains.
I�m lazy, happy, and free.
No more aches, no more pains,
just outside under this tree.
Please stay a bit longer, under this tree,
only with you am I free of me.
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poetry copyright 2002 fireflyhotaru, so dont steal or I will find you and punch you in the back of the head. NO not really, I will slowly toture you until your final agonizing death a couple of years later. You see, if I had to chose my favorite poem of mine of all time it would be this one. I love this one. So watch it...and your back......