Summer Quartet.

                 Summer Quartet. four stories
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Summer thoughts.

Summer Quartet.

Sweet cuttings of grass, Mound by the side of the square, Howzat! The ball flies.

Wasps hum drunken songs, Like sailors swaying on rum, And fighting aphids.

The music van trills, Greensleeves, and ice-cream, and pop - Children hunt for coins.

The sun kisses all, Benevolence warms the soul. We will miss her so.

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