My poem remembering summer

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On cold winter days....

My legs remember trying to kick and swim...

My arms remember difting away from my body...

My feet remember getting stabed by sharp rocks...

My hands remember flapping about in the water...

My face remembers getting splashed by the cold foamy water...

My body remembers getting swepted away from the current...

My mind will remember that we will get another chance to go back to vinegar hill.

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 30, 2013 ⏰

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