Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Summer's screaming in my mind, tugging at the fabric around my memories. I need the sun and the green grass and the nights that never get dark. I need youth, eternal youth, flowing through my veins. I'll feel that when I'm back home with my friends, I think. Maybe. Maybe not. But it's something to hope for.
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Keats has a really good poem 'To Hope'.
and whatever will I do without everyone in Summer? I won't even get a summer. winter in aus.
prettily written Al pal
I feel the exact same way. This is so good Alex.
This summer, will be the best summer we've ever had.
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