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Summer Days

Tire Swing


leaves green, almost with


of me.

For on summer days

they sit and stare

while I run wild



Warm asphalt that steams

after a summer storm.

Jump rope in the chilling rain.

Radio sings a party


Makes everyone want to dance along.

Empty piggy banks

love these days

when all you need is love,

and a little bit of sun.

Pick-up trucks, and gravel roads

scream my name

on those summer days.

cowboy boots and flip-flops

make my heart gently stop.

My life feels a little better

on those summer days.

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