Summer
As the temperatures got warmer,
The beach got more crowded,
And as the days grew longer,
More people stayed out late.
The beach got more crowded,
Smelling more sunscreen as I walk,
More people stayed out late,
My shoulders are burning up.
Smelling more sunscreen as I walk,
And as the days grew longer,
My shoulders are burning up,
As the temperatures got warmer.
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My Ballad of Stories
Poetrythis is a book of my own poems. and some short stories. I hope you will read it:) give it some love lol
