Happy June Bug Days

The Beautiful Memories
of Summer Love

If I were a bug, I’d be a June bug because I love the summer breeze.
Spreading my wings, catching the wind, taking flight with ease.
Given the choice of where to dance, I choose the soft beach sand.
Seldomly picking my steps, the random prance, is how I take my stand.
All of life’s moment, so precious to me, I only need but one.
We’re down at the dock, together as one, watching the setting sun.

Happy June Bug Days

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