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Summer is tired after hosting a season of parties She doesn’t want to pick up your empty glasses anymore Or take the scraps to the compost Summer thinks barbecues are overrated And if she sees one more hot dog, well... She might have to let the wasps get her revenge Summer is weary of politely ignoring all the skin exposed Not that she’s shaming any bodies She just can’t wait for sweaters and shoes that cover toes Summer is done cleaning all the beach towels And sweeping up the sand that appears every time she leaves the room Summer will always love blackberries and peaches But she thinks it's time for apples and pears, Early sunsets and pumpkin spice everywhere Summer is not sad to go, but it’s early yet Still warm, maybe one last gathering will do Just a small, friendly goodbye barbecue... NCL August 2019
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Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 8:21 PM UTC
Summer is not sad to go
Summer is tired after hosting a season of parties She doesn’t want to pick up your empty glasses anymore Or take the scraps to the compost Summer thinks barbecues are overrated And if she sees one more hot dog, well... She might have to let the wasps get her revenge Summer is weary of politely ignoring all the skin exposed Not that she’s shaming any bodies She just can’t wait for sweaters and shoes that cover toes Summer is done cleaning all the beach towels And sweeping up the sand that appears every time she leaves the room Summer will always love blackberries and peaches But she thinks it's time for apples and pears, Early sunsets and pumpkin spice everywhere Summer is not sad to go, but it’s early yet Still warm, maybe one last gathering will do Just a small, friendly goodbye barbecue... NCL August 2019
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Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 8:21 PM UTC
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