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Jul 2012
Carefree clothing,
Nowhere to be.
Long hair flowing,
Just being me.
Writing poems in the sand,
To be taken by the tide,
Getting a tan,
In for the ride.
Summer,
It's my favorite season.
Summer,
For all of those reasons.
Summer.
Just sitting with my friends,
Summer,
Why does it have to end?
amt
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amt  Ohio
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