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Summer by Romina Mofrad

  • Mar 4, 2025
  • 1 min read

The sun,

The days begun,

The sound of kids and fun,

The heat and summer rain,

The fog on my window pane,

Summer drives me sane.


There’s order during the day

I want to play

I plan to stay

I will sit here 

Until it's late.


I really do like the summer 

I like the weather warmer

The season I prefer.

 
 

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