Summer

April 3, 2018
By Anonymous

I open the slider
And smell the fresh air
The sun is shining
As the wind blows my hair
Ah finally,
Summers here
Fresh slices of watermelon
For everyone to share
Not a worry in the world
Not a single care
Running through the sand
And my feet are bare
Ah finally,
Summers here


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