This first week at artworks was good
here is a part of one of my poems
the smell of a charcoal grill
the taste of fresh lemonade
going to six flags with my family
together, watching my brother
on his first rollercoster
The sun scorching on my neck
the wind whistling through the trees
seeing the waves move
like a sheet about to get folded
The relaxing sound of rain
as you fall into a deep sleep
-Lawrence Frater
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