Country Fried Steak

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Summer. Fireflies caught in a jar.

Lemonade and sweet guitar.

Swimming. Working. Swimming some more.

Creating. Sweating. Barbecued pork.

The house so hot with the windows wide open,

Blood thirsty mosquitoes. Ice cream a drip.

Off to work at summer camp,

Cabins. Singing. Country fried steak.

Learning to love others

is not hard. Love makes us happy.

Love your neighbor as your brother and

the spirit of summer will never end. 

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