For my amazing E-Pal Amy! In other words Email Pal!
Summer’2O1O will always be a great memory!

We sat up til dawn writing scripts of explicit scenes;

But our childlike imaginations drew us to a close;

As this could only happen in our sleepless dreams; 

Morning dawn hit as the sunlight rose;

Online again to re-invent what was already done;

From films like A Clockwork Orange and Valentines Day;

It was just me, you and your three year old son;

Summer ended and school began, routines every way;

Though that didn’t stop our dreams roaring high;

Still we imagine the catwalks and the surprise face;

Maybe not now, but one day we’ll be able to fly;

Not on earth, maybe, but in the outer space.

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