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Summer


Summer is freedom Freedom from school and life If you hate your teachers, it's okay because you won't see them At college their might be some wife's their too During summer you can do whatever you want People also hate school If you get in trouble though you will be in a hunt People always drool in class You can try to run but you will still be caught Summer only lasts for so long You are then taught a lesson And when it ends you are in sadness Not just about behavior for messing around You are in madness for getting your summer work done And you learn that summer is going down All that work must weight a ton But o'well but at least you know that summer is gone!
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treb1220
I wrote about this because my summer will be short lived and I know that I will need to enjoy what summer I have.

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