To meet someone.

ginny jayne

Sitting having a coffee on a sunny morn,

It feels so lovely and warm.

The sky is so blue and clear,

Abive the bird's song I can hear.

As I walk down the street,

My friend is there waiting for me to meet.

As I got closer I thought he'd run a mile,

That all changed when he gave a big smile.

  • Author: Jelly baby (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 31st, 2026 05:51
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 19
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  • sorenbarrett

    Cute and warm it speaks of a need for affiliation. Well done

  • Paul Bell

    Just looking out my window to the rain, where do you live.
    I hear summer starts tomorrow, the rain's forecast.
    Thank god for coffee.

    • ginny jayne

      I live in Cambridgeshire, been beautiful here 😊

    • antra.coree

      Smooth and warm

    • antra.coree



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