Cool breeze of summertime,
hiking through the meadows,
grass and fields in my mind...
lying next to these dominos.
with ripples of effect from wine,
feeling the tides highs and lows',
like the strawberry and watermelon rows,
heat so hot you can kiss the sun,
summer, definitely has a kind of poison.
By: Jennifer Louise Johnson
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