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Seasonal things that bother me.

by john-edward-smallshaw

Sunset brands the evening red and leaves a glowing mark and very soon the night will drop, and then it will be dark, but fear not for that glowing dot will rise again, and we can go outside once more to wallow in the rain. What has this Summer become? a wet bum on the slide not a single pony ride and ice cream hiding in the cone I'm going to stay at home and watch the telephone in case it rings listen to the radio and not go out at all.
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