Summer is full of happiness
With all the games and waterballoon fights
Eating popsicles and watermelon
plating with frisbes, toy boats and kites
Swimming pools and tennis courts
camping trips galore
But when its time to go in on the very last day
and we walk inside the door
we turn around and glance back out
and want to go back for more

04/03/2003

Author's Note: ok - this is a LAME poem...haha - just Figured id put it on here

Posted on 04/03/2003
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