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The soft touch of grass
beneath my feet
is what I'm waiting for.
For this white to pass
and the sun to beat
upon my face a lot more.
I wanna run bare-footed
upon the hot black top.
I wanna feel the wind
in my hair.
I'm waiting for summer
'cause thats when its funner
for no one has a care.
- by Big_City_Dreams21 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/13/2009 |
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- Title: Waiting
- Artist: Big_City_Dreams21
- Description: Again. Waiting for summer. I'm sick of snow right now.
- Date: 03/13/2009
- Tags: waiting
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