Summer

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Summer. When the roses glisten
With confoundment. The mountains
Stand powerful and speechless.
The three of us, poking
out, leaning on the

Tent. Ready to relax for
The night. Youngsters
Inflamed for an adventure.
The flashlight beams with
Curiousity to go

Explore the unknown
All the pictures
In the world counldn't
Even begin to explain
out joyus grins.





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