Author's note: I'm doing a poem about Summer for a creative piece.
Summer is coming.
After a year.
Summer is coming.
With a big cheer.
Sunflowers grow.
The sun never falls down.
Making the day slow.
With a lot more time to walk around town.
When summer finally ends,
No one can play outside.
Then being with family instead of friends.
So my feelings for summer isn't so wide.
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