Summertime Soup
She swims in the sun
The valley is her bowl
Her skin eats it up
It's food for her soul
This summertime soup-
A mixture of desire-
The bite of summer lovin'
That's bound to take her higher
The rhythm and rhymes
That slip from his tongue
Are broth to it all
A reminder that she's young
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