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The
day
is
warm
and
breezy
An
aroma
in
the
air
I
think
I
smell
honeysuckle
Yes,
I
see
them
over
there!
The
fragrance
is
so
wonderful
The
blossoms
rather
bleak
Yet
the
aroma
is
so
lovely
That
I
can
hardly
speak.
Reminds
me
of
the
days
of
youth
When
wild
flowers
was
the
thing
My
boy
friend
never
brought
roses
Honeysuckle
he
would
bring.
So
when
I
think
of
something
sweet
My
mind
travels
straight
to
you
I
wish
you
days
of
honeysuckle
And
nights
of
dreams
come
true.
Ginny
Bryant©
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Gift
Of
Love
Ginny's
Poetry
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