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Summertime
Oh, if only my life was more like when I was five,
spending the whole summer at the lake in Maine.
I felt the pain,
of leaving camp,
when summer came to an end.
I thought of the memories made with friends and family,
after knowing the summer end happily.
I hoped for new experiences next year,
when I would be six during the 4th of July and we would all cheer.
Each evening I watched the sunset touch the lake,
while the friends came over to celebrate the birthdays with some cake.
I listened to the morning bird chirps at six o’clock,
and being woken up by them was really never a big shock.
I enjoyed jumping off the dock into the water and playing on the beach,
and once I was all dried off it was time for a game of hide-and-go-seek.
I spent time with the neighborhood friends while at the house,
and I’ll never forget being accompanied by that little mouse.
I wanted to become a summertime boy,
and thinking about that brought me great joy.
Whatever happened to the blazing sun that gave me that burn on my neck?
Oh that’s right,
the summer is over,
and it’s back to school with a reality check.
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