Summer days of long ago
Carefree times we all know
Pollen tickles our little nose
Grass tickles our little toes
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Morning dew make footsteps glisten
The birdies make us stop and listen
Morning knocks on the old screen door
Weekend swims with friends at the shore
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Afternoons spent being lazy
Evening sunsets being crazy
Chasing fireflies into the night
Kept in a jar for a magic nightlight
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Then off to bed to dream of tomorrow
Waking with screams of death and sorrow
My firefly’s magic all died overnight
Now haunted am I by the sting of their light
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