March 27, 2009
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Summer was always
Riding bikes fast over ditches
Eating Ice cream that
Stains your lips
While screams come from
Behind the house
In the sweet smelling
Pine trees
Where kids play and
Mosquitoes buzz
And bite
And itch
Where the heat comes off the asphalt
In distorting waves
And the humid air
Tastes like rain
And sweat rolls off the skin
Seconds after going outside
And humming fans are on
All the time
In every room
In every house
On every street
In the whole town

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