Non-Erotic PoetrySummerSummer
Hot, Humid
Tress's, flowers bloom
Grass is beautiful green.
Blades touch my toes
Little kids running through the hose
Sky, Stars up in the far away.
Pools for swimming
This is what I call summer.
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