Summer Flow

The smell of fresh air,
smell of honey sickles,
smell of all the good food,
going to different cities
seeing things.
that I’ve never seen.
Hanging with friends
trying new things.
traveling around the world being me.
listening to my jams.
going out of town
in the big nice cities.
dancing to the night ends.
spending time with the family
going to amusement parks
like rack city.
seeing cute boys
flatters me.
walking down the boardwalk
seeing all the people
starring at me.
going to church
praising his name.
learning new things
partying to the night comes
to an end.

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