Summer time


Ah the smell of barbecue every day something new
No history latin or geometry
Summer is the time for me
lazy days spent in a hammock
nothing could be better than this not even the most luxurious gift
no boring days spent in school nor bothered by a stupid rule instead lets splash in the pool i'm so glad there's no more school.

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I love summer but never fully realized how much in till winter came, even though there are beautiful parts of winter I still love summer as much as ever.