Summer Changes
Summer Changes
Constantly,
doesn't it seem that way,
Some years?
Some like 60° f at night,
Have lost my taste for that,
Is something wrong with me or them,
Or are we simply different?
August turns a page of summer,
July gone,
June a distant memory.
The cold I won't forget.
Summer Changes
Constantly,
doesn't it seem that way,
Some years?
Some like 60° f at night,
Have lost my taste for that,
Is something wrong with me or them,
Or are we simply different?
August turns a page of summer,
July gone,
June a distant memory.
The cold I won't forget.
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