Summer


School's out in June
so it's time to bloom.

I hang out with friends,
more than with my kin.

Roasting marshmallow so they're just right,
over the campfire late at night.

The sun burns my skin,
stuck to me as if it was a sin.

No school dress code,
short shorts come out by the load.
Tons of new spring clothes,
like Old Navy flip-flops and cute hair bows.
Styles changing like the season,
with no apparent reason.

August is here,
a new school year.
Lots of back to school shopping,
and prices are dropping.

It's time for school again,
until next time, my friend.

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