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Wildwood Emily

Wildwood Camp was more than just a summer getaway;
it was a week with my love.
She had long blond hair, and a smile to melt my heart.
Small and darn cute she was.
Not the most gorgeous girl in sixth grade, but darn cute.
She was my secret love.
The spice in the secret sauce, the sticky in love glue.
Full of joy she came skipping across the little red bridge,
hair bobbing up and down,
and a sparkle in those small blue eyes.
When she talked with me
I gave her all my attention.
She filled my heart
with a warm and tingling sensation.
She never knew
that she was my Wildwood Emily.

by Mitch Scheffler