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Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Summer, you say

 
 
The heat, I complain,
Sitting cocooned within,
Overlooked passed wintry chill
What is with this summer
I throw a resigned sigh
 
Forgotten are the beach trips,
The ice creams and vacations,
Long gone are the lazy days,
Waiting to begin anew
I just annoyingly bustle .
 
The hues of wildflowers,
Chirps of the night crickets,
The dried brown grass
And the long bright days.
Uncaring, I whirr the AC on.
 

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