The summer poem
The heat beats down on my skin as I walk throughout the town. People people everywhere not showing a sign of a frown.People dancing people singing people being silly like a clown. Happy they are near and far as the sun melts the tar. The sky is blue the ocean is too as people splish and splash. There are people that’s relaxed and there are people in a dash, but everyone making sure not to have a crash. Happiness has filled the air not one person that it spears. As summer is the hottest and happiest time of
the year.
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