SUMMERTIME
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When sunshine breaks through the clouds
and warm breezes rustle branches
and make the ripples on a pond
Summertime
When bullfrogs leap
to and fro
and rabbits frisk in meadows
I've always dreaded summer. I don't remember if it's because I spent it alone. With hardly any friends. Or cleaning. But I've always dreaded it.
Nearly three months of joyful bliss,Are soon to be cut short and sorely missed,For tomorrow commences a new era in time,It marks the death of summertimeChildren no longer may bask in the sun,
Tell me summer dreaming; tell me
Ice cream stories & sunshine tan lines, tell me
Water sparkles in the sun & friends will never leave you
Tell me tall grass on the beach & cool drinks; tell me
Fireworks.
They're beautiful, aren't they?
But, quite tragic, tbh.
I mean,
Yes, they're stunning.
And, everyone gathers to gaze in awe.
The sun is shining down on my face
The mud is dryin' up in this place
I can feel the heat every which way
A wisp of wind pushed cottony, sun-brightened tendrils across your ruddy cheeks,
and a soft, golden light makes you glow
like a firefly
calling for a friend in the sticky coolness of the night
Summertime o summertime
I cannot wait for thee
Especially when I drind a huge drink that makes me go pee.
She fell in love with sunshine,
Under the old oak tree.
Dancing its way through canopy-
Kissing her skin with the light of day.
