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I sit and reminisce
 of all the memories made,
in a state of sorrow
 as summer starts to fade.
So many things I'm going to miss
  I don't know where to begin,
it's a few short month of happiness
 that i wish would never end.
It has its own rhythm
  its own kind of beat,
the sound of children laughing
   running in their bare feet.
Shorts so short
  tan skins all aglow,
its the season of sin
   in case you didn't know.
The heat consumes you
   u lose all inhibitions,
on a blanket under the stars
   with carnal intentions.
The smell of chlorine
  as the water glistens,
the honeysuckles call your name
 you need only to listen.
Lazy days
  front porch swingin',
late night bonfires
  sweet tea sippin'.
Radio up
  windows rolled down,
nowhere to go
  just riding around town.
Dear sweet summer
   I wish you could stay,
but I know you will be back
   the month after May.