in Summer Poems
I am privy to the sweetness
Of endless summer days,
Little girls with bouncing ponytails
Enjoying life in many ways.
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I hate the way the colors seem to me now,
In dead of winter.
They fade away with every choice I make.
The only honest hues I spy
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