Summers in June.
Flies creep the air.
Kids play and glare.
Sweet tea with sugar spoon.
Texas flowers began to bloom.
Trips to the beach.
Memories at grandma's house all dressed in peach.
Summers in June meant trips to the moon.
We never wanted to school to start so soon.
Sweet June nights waiting for the stars to ignite.
Friday nights will be nothing but highlights.
Thursdays finally a day where friends could just lay.
Nothing but chill and stay up till we lose our eyesight.
Sundays at grandma's fun filled week that ends with a little pray.
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