A summer Day
Smelling the flowers and and watching things grow, are what I look forward to in the summer months. I love the noise of the mowers and the laughter on the streets, people are out and about, how the world is alive and full of vigor. I can close my eyes at night and hear the crickets, the sounds are of nature put me to sleep with a childlike memory of running around on a summer night catching fire flys. So when its winter and the days are long, Oh summer Oh summer, dont go away in the mist of the day !
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