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Summer Hours
JD ( / )

Summer Hours

Hours aimless-drifting as the milkweed's down
In seeming, still a seed of joy ye bear
That steals into the soul when unaware,
And springs up Memory in the stony town.

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Comments (4)

this poem had my attention from the tittle to the end of the poem. i love it. it is so good. i liked the way you put your words. everything was nicely put. this is really good. i know the feeling!
I no longer free You have cuffed me with your wrong feeling Its really a very poetic piece.
A nice poem i enjoyed it thank you.
A very sad poem and a very good poem. A 10. Ron