Dedicated to Erica

I wrote this in English class, we were meant to be following the structure of Sonnet by John Clare, but it went a bit wild :)
I wasn't going to post this but my crazy stalker friend made me, Erica, this is for you :) x

Lying in the grass, staring at the sky,

Clouds proud as ships sailing on by,

Breaking through the trees,

The buzzing rush of honey bees.

Washing wind whizzes round the bend,

Squirrels munching ice cream cones,

Nibble bibble nubble bubble

Sumer has begun.

The End

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