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Summer Love



The sweet, rustic smell of the rain,

Fills my nose, my head, and my brain.

The springtime showers soak my dress,

and toes tingle with a grassy caress.

The beauty of this day is lost to me,

As the deaf man hears not the melody.

For all Nature's wonders seem so dim,

When I am here, standing next to him.

- Valerie Dawn Keller -



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