Summer Time

Sun hot blaze, longer days playing
jump rope as the neighborhood

If it don't rain, we will make our own,
Keep ourselves cool and still having fun.

This is just the beginning, there is more
to come.

In the breeze, smell at ease
Barbque Ribs, Hot Dogs, and Lemons
floatng in teas.

Laughing with friends as the dog scratch
away the fleas.

It's Summer Time.

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