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Summers Drawl
The summer's drawl is beating onAnd everything is warm.
The sun shines and the clouds hide.
Lazy steams of sunlight
Press against my skin.
And yet as I wipe the sweat,
I fail to complain...
For soon the winter will settle in,
And summers drawl will surely end.
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