The shine of the hot sun
Is beaming in our garden,
I go out for some fresh air
And the shine is just there,
I feel happy in the sunshine
As it makes me feel so fine,
The warmth I think sublime
As it’s comforting in basking.
Sadly I am so a pitiful smoker
So I often go outside for one,
The lads sometimes play poker
While in the radiance of the sun.
We have a patio with a canopy
To keep us dry when it is rainy.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 05/10/2024
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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