When summer comes.
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When summer comes.

It’s winter and cold. There’s freezing and snow. The day’s are dark. Summer’s where I’d go.

Heat and sun, warmth and glee. I can’t wait, for that to be me.

For now the world’s white, and covered in ice. I suppose at least, the view is nice.

When summer comes, I’ll swim in a pool, and soon enough, I’ll wish for more cool.

But until then I’ll dream, of hot summer days, under a baking sun, with a summer haze.

With the passing of time, the changing of season’s, I love them all, for different reasons.

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