That Time…Summer

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That Time, That Time…Summer
Now is that time

when melting has a sweaty meaning
when melons are heavy with taste
peaches spread smiles all over face
Now is that time
when the sea is blinking her eye to me
the hot sands make me pop in the waves
the shells scratch a castle or two

Now is that time
when melting has a sweaty meaning
and breezes are a salty caress

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