Summer's End

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Summer why did you leave so fast.

Let me give my fishing rod one last cast.

As the blueberries disappear.

Looking forward to apple cider beer.

One last boat ride in the rain.

One last jump in oh the pain:)

Sinking in the lake like a stone.

Rise to the surface I let out a moan.

One last bonfire warmed by the flames.

Enjoying chocolate and marshmallows my only shame.

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