Summer
I wish it was summerWith a bright sun and sky so blue
I wish it was summer
a day for picnics or a barbeque
I am sick of all the seasons
when we only need one
I am sick of all the seasons
all we need is summer sun
Summer
I wish it was summerPoetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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