Goodbye July
I hate to see you go.
I will miss your flowers,
and even your weeds.
I appreciate the wide open
hope you brought to us,
and the wonder of your days.
You gave us time for fun,
For victories won,
and visits
with old friends.
Everything
was looking up
in July.
Like the prairie chicken on the road, you've run away
and become a shadow in our minds.
May you live in our hearts forever.
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