Summer.

by ABake   Jun 16, 2007


The day`s are getting hotter.
School is finally out.
Time to head for the beach.

No homework.
No having to go to sleep early.
You can wake up late.

Hanging out,
getting some sun.
This is what I call summer fun.

Flip flops,
Tank tops.
No dress code.
Finally, everyone get into your summer mode.

Hanging by the pool,
Or tubing on the lake.
Or bear feet on the beach.

A walk on the boardwalk.
The scent of ocean on your skin.
The sand of your feet.
It`s summertime, forget about being neat.

Perfect time to catch up on your rest.
This time of the year, is truly the best.

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