Wind swirling hair all around,
music blasting ferociously out the windows.
Driving down the highway like a race-car driver,
but with no cares.
Nobody can stop you if they tried.
Thermometers at a boiling 90 degrees,
the scorching sun on the bumpy, black driveway.
Damp suits hang to dry.
So much fun& memories
in such a teeny sliver of time.
Bonfires & sweatshirts,
romance& a golden tan,
It's the perfect season,
And it's gone too soon.
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