One Last SummerA Poem by ErinLeaving childhood in the fall.We are a typical date night movie I wince at our cliché I'm the one leaving. But we haven't ever had the chance to
ripen. A cooler climate. ...but I'll miss these
days. Kissing your fingertips and searching
for a lost earring in the covers. Is this too personal a confession? Crying over a Bible-Belt, Midwest High-School romance before Leaving, Growing Up, © 2010 ErinAuthor's Note
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10 Reviews Added on August 13, 2010 Last Updated on August 13, 2010 AuthorErinWhere the Wind Comes Sweeping Down The Plain, OKAboutI'm going to Vassar College in the fall after living in Oklahoma all my life. This should be interesting. more..Writing
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