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Mar 2015
I long for the summertime
For the flowers and sun
For the hours of fun
That are to come

I long to be sunburnt.
This winter I have learnt
That snow can hurt.
It's summer's turn.

I long for the water
Cold and clear
Summer's a martyr
That dies each year
Michael Fallon
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Michael Fallon
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