Sad Summer

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The summer months filled with idleness of sorrow;
Oh how I wish for a better then, tomorrow,
One that will grant a brighter sky
And which has limitations all the less – high.

Squandered is the sun’s gay light
That flutters down its celestial flight,
To ensconce all men in ethereal bliss-
At least until the cold comes to hiss.


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