You smelled of Patchouli The Stones were on the turntable Smoke was in the air Boone's Farm Strawberry was the flavor of your kisses That summer, endless Our youth, more powerful than we ever knew We were bulletproof and would live forever Tomorrow was a given Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved
15 thoughts on “Endless Summer”
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Ah, the indestructible attitude of youth… and the memories remain 💞
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🙂 Thank you!
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Beautifully written and thank you for stirring up fond memories.
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You’re welcome and thank you for the lovely comment! ❤
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My pleasure! 💞
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Lovely❤
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Thank you! 🙂
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What a lovely depiction of youthful love, Penny.
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Thank you, Robbie! ❤
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Like a step back in time…perfect for this Baby Boomer to read on a sunny October morning in southern Minnesota.
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Thank you, Audrey. ❤
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Wow… evocative
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Thank you! ❤
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Ahhh…Dem wuz da days, eh?
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Great memories, for sure. 🙂 Thanks for visiting, Ron. ❤
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