When we were little, you and I
would sit in the back yard waiting -
laying on our backs, staring up
at the clouds, waiting for inspiration
to strike. Every summer we went out
and bought a new bucket of chalk
so we could outdo ourselves from
the previous doodles and hopscotch boards.
But I think my favorite summer of all
was the one we just wrote messages
for all the neighbors to see as they
walked their dogs or jogged to work.
When we were little, you and I
had such big dreams - thank you
for helping me make all mine
come true as the summers passed.
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