Summer days are coming,
With azure skies so clear.
Me humming a stupid song,
Yet summer still isn't here.
Summer days are coming,
So close, you can almost touch.
I long for summer every day,
'Cause I'm nearly out of luck.
Summers days are coming,
No teachers, no retarded dean.
Mr. Saint Claire's such a pinhead,
I could punch him in the spleen.
Summer days are coming,
Full of beaches and sugar sands.
I already feel the wind blowing,
YIKES!! THERE'S A CLAM!
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PoetryPoems speak volumes about who you really are; they shout out your interests, you thoughts, your style of writing. But poems, most of all, have to inspire. If they don't, they're not good poems. I hope my poems will remain with you and inspire you th...
