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Sunday

Sunday comes and we meet
We kiss and hug
We say beautiful words to each other
The conversation always relates about the people we know.

As we get out of the trolley,
we either go to Lemon Grove or Old town
Sight seen or shopping is in our minds.

As we say goodbye,
we kiss and hug,
hoping to see each other again
the next following Sunday.
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Posted: Feb 2017
About this poem:
This poem is about me and my girlfriend and the weekends we have together

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Flame82
Looking forward to something is one of the best parts! Sweet poem. purple heart
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