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Young children skip stones on the lake. The boys, they "accidently" fall in. Mistakes are the best memories made. Laughter fills the sweet summer air. On their chubby cheeks the sun dances and they breathe in the lucious smell of springs late blooming flowers. Summer is finally here. Handmade Lemonade stands scatter footpaths and lemon peels litter the street. Lemonade 5cents Daisy chains rest on the older girls heads as they tan in the sun. And in ten years time, polaroids will fill their walls Of this beautiful summer in the town by the lake.
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Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 12:52 AM UTC
Summer sun.
Young children skip stones on the lake. The boys, they "accidently" fall in. Mistakes are the best memories made. Laughter fills the sweet summer air. On their chubby cheeks the sun dances and they breathe in the lucious smell of springs late blooming flowers. Summer is finally here. Handmade Lemonade stands scatter footpaths and lemon peels litter the street. Lemonade 5cents Daisy chains rest on the older girls heads as they tan in the sun. And in ten years time, polaroids will fill their walls Of this beautiful summer in the town by the lake.
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Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 12:52 AM UTC
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