Summer, how we've missed you!
The tackle's been waiting, we're long last debating on where to go. The camps, overcrowded, with lakes that are drying and beaches now frying its denizens. Oh, Summer, stay longer! I've built a strong lean-to with logs, or I mean to, in baking brush. It's one hundred and five, a glorious season of pain for no reason, and we like it. Oh, Summer, please help us discover vacation without this frustration and sweltering... Autumn, how we love thee!
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AuthorJack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana. Archives
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