Just a poem about the joys of summer

Summer, summer oh what is summer?

summers the sun shinning above the sky

as bright and orange as it catchers the eye

summer is having fun out in the heat

get chills from the ice cream which I eat.


summer is the flowers all pretty and bright

oh it's vibrants what a pretty sight

summer is a season which some like and hate.

coming by every year. I just can't wait!




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