Summer Conga LineA Poem by Marie HarrisonA Summer poem.Summer Conga Let’s not be shy, It’s the last day of July, Only days of summer ahead lie. Let’s have fun until summer unwinds. And autumn’s leaves begin to shrivel and die. There will be time in the winter to sleep and dine. Let’s run and be free in the sunshine while there’s time. At the pool let’s drink fruity drinks and form a Conga line. While we’re young and free let’s dance and kiss till we feel sublime. © 2010 Marie HarrisonFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorMarie HarrisonAtlanta, GAAboutMomma told me to get out and enjoy life, so now I'm going to dance. more..Writing
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