Dysfunctional Season

July 9, 2010
Summer;
you drag on,
we hang on.

Summer;
You take forever to get here,
We never want you to leave.

Summer;
You leave us with nothing to do,
We long for this year-round.

Summer,
You are the favorite of millions,
And the enemy of the same.

Summer;
Here you come,
There we go.





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