luv the lines below:

>summer love has turned into sour lemonade
>melted popsicles
>puddles of spilled juice
>and flakey cookie crumbs

>summer love is lonely without willing participants
>and whirs slowly in the corner like metal fan blades
>over and over again, summer pleads with love
>only to find its rays much too harsh
>to sustain life

Well done....

Keep Flowin' Sis'......