Dandelions floating in the sky
Little boys running in summer shoes
I caught a glimpse of the catcher in the rye
In my mind the wait of tomorrow echoes
In their flight the birds cheerfully cry
I sent to them my worries and woes
Yet the sins of June still come by.
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Pretty Snow of May
How I'd love to see you stay
Will you dance around me tomorrow like you did today?
Snow of June can be pretty too. :D
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