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Summer
Summer is the girl I kissed
Golden beauty and a prolonged moment of bliss,
she vanished like fresh spring mist.
It is the long and lazy days
languid hours and dusty heat haze,
the loud and angry storms
that rain on sun drenched lawns
when to the dry grass; life dawns.
The crisp cruel noonday sun
A swim in the pool when lunch is done
Long picnics of a few hardened rusks,
walks towards slow reddening dusks.
A relaxed meal and then after
We sit and talk with soft laughter.
But wither summer will as every year
For like the pretty girl;
she can but disappear.
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