Don’t let it be Autumn yet.

In the springtime of my love
In foolishness I strayed
Through meadows of bright primroses
And dainty pointy thistles

Into a field of hollyhocks
where girls were skipping prettily
I ran through fields of nettles
And tripped and grazed both knees

And so I stepped more cautiously
‘Till once again love’s call
had me running down a path
and straight into a wall

Now Summer finds me running quickly
In through my back door
And I don’t much feel like going
Outside anymore.

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