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Summer MAG

By Anonymous

   The smell of freshly cut lawn,

When the lawnmower grinds the grass,

The sight of clothes drying on the line,

Freshly taken from the washing machine

The soft breeze that blows through my hair,

That whispers in my ear.

The sun that tans my face.

The pool water that splashes in the air,

When the brutal wind chisels the water.

The things that happen.





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