Summer Of 95

Suntanned face with chiseled nose,

lanky body with skin aglow.

little did I know,

we'ld become fast friends on the go.

Yes, dancing, drinking till 2 am.

we became the best of friends.

That was the summer of 95,

we both turned 29.

On your birthday you rented a limousine,

cruising down downtown Minneapolis making a scene.

This was the summer I worked at the casino

and I made alot of doe.

Now I digress and do confess,

This was a fun summer I do like best,

You even said I’m not like the rest…

that I’m not like I’m from the Midwest.

Maybe I’m more like a Jersey girl,

just need some more curls.

Anyways, thank you my Brazilian friend

for the memories/your secrets are safe with me.

Written on Feb.7,2011 by Christina Sunrise

poem by Suzae Chevalier
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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