Mornings aren't fun
No sun to shine
By summer arrives
It won't set 'till nine
I wish to camp
And tan and swim
The spirits rise
No thoughts too dim
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Me. [completed]
PoetryMe. poems, feels, Kinda personal, to be honest. But that's okay. This is Volume I. Volume II is called Poetry At its Worst
Summer
Mornings aren't fun
No sun to shine
By summer arrives
It won't set 'till nine
I wish to camp
And tan and swim
The spirits rise
No thoughts too dim
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