When Summer's Gone

By , Noblesville, IN
Dark, brooding thunderstorms,
Fresh cut grass.
Cool, wet water,
Five thirty mass.

Sleeping half the day,
Staying up all night.
Wearing your hair down,
And shorts too tight.

Laughing with friends,
Playing all day long.
This is what I'll remember,
When summer is gone.





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