My Ode To Summer:
The house smells like sunscreen.
The barn is full of flies.
Concrete is decorated in
chalk and cracks.
My swim suit bottom is
stretched to the max.
Mom! Mom! Look at me!
Is stuck on repeat.
I think there's something dead
under the deck.
Grilled pineapple.
Grilled shrimp.
I'll eat anything
On a stick.
Sun goes down close to nine.
Kids are full of hype and grime.
Summer is here
On the farm.
Having one more bowl of ice cream
Won't really do me any harm.
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