Summer you are to hot,
but not have you,
I think I rather not,
as I love the feel of sand,
of the beaches on my feet,
as my skin gets tanned,
and I go for a swim,
to cool off in the water
while singing a summer hymn,
until I sit in the air conditioner,
in my peaceful home,
oh summer, how I love her.
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