The
names of the past
The
pages in my mind
Some
I could remember
Some
I couldn't recall
There
is a name jolt me out
One
day when I stacked my books
Out
on the rack there it is
The
book she gave me
The
memory came
On
the hill where we met
It
could be the sweet short summer
The
memory hasn't faded away
Friends
were envy of me
A
woman as pretty as the summer mists
A
soft spoken and spirited woman
A
memory I couldn't put away
Joy
is her name
I
could see it on the supermarket shelves
How
to forget when it is always there?
A
name in pages of my mind
Well..she
came from Victoria
The
land of Oz in South Australia
The
book on the shelf
With
her name and address
But
it was many many moons ago
Over
the years nobody could recall the faces
It
is only the names to put in memories
Of
a woman of my summer dreams
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