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Sun beats down
On tanned skin,
On warm pavement,
On soft, tickling grass,
On smiles and laughs.
Toes wriggle
In cool water,
Chlorine-filled pool.
A savory, light crunch
Into fresh fruit flesh,
Pink juice dribbles sticky
Down grinning chins.
Seeds sucked from watermelon,
Spit swiftly out
Into welcoming grass.
Fresh-cut grass,
Scent wafting up:
Earthy, new and old.
My summertime.

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