Poetry and Beauty: Summer

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Thursday, June 5, 2003

Summer

Summer came without notice. One day it was cold and dreary, The next day warm and sunny. I feel like a slug when its hot-- Melted on the sidewalk, A piece of green slime. I wait all year for summer. Then it comes and I complain. Summer is best met in a swimming suit In a pool, followed up by ice... Sign in to see full entry.

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