Summer

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when someone asks,
are you excited for summer?
in my head,
all i can picture is this:

hot weather, cloudless blue sky.
the sun roaring down it's heat upon anything
and kisses my tan skin.
windows rolled down,
hair wild.
sunglasses upon my face,
with a smile.
driving down the interstate,
with him by my side.
we smile and nod our heads
to someone singing about colors,
blaring through our speakers.

summer is almost here,
let's all celebrate and cheer
with some fine wine
and love that's divine.

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