plants have had their high point. flowered, bloomed,
drying out, they’re done.
animals changed their habits.not here now, on the run.
and mornings hold a different silence; it’s the cold I feel.
and my shorts and and t-shirts have seen their day.
so long boys, i’m with you in my heart.
so swimming didn’t happen … can you believe it?
Summer? my tears are falling cause they’re taking you away.
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