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When Summer Comes

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When summer comes


Like a breath of fresh air;


When summer comes and alleviates all my stresses



To remind me of the good things in life;


When summer comes


Like a sunrise;



I want to get back in the swing of things;


Make up for lost time.




And therefore as I look upon everything


As a workweek


And I await the paid vacation,


And I loosen my laces as it approaches,



And I think of each past break, as different,


As lesser,



And each of them building upon each other,


Advancing towards a climax;



And each of them gazing,


Up to what lies in store.



When it’s over, I want to say: throughout the summer


I was aloof as could be,


Lived according to Timon and Pumba.



When it’s over, I don’t want to ask


What I accomplished,


I don’t want to have to second guess,


Or look back.



I want this summer to be worth the wait.





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