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Action Time In Summer

Action Time in Summer It was a warm summer holiday And I was working on my secret bay. I drew all types of art and drawing While watching the sparrows sing. My mother made chocolates & cakes, While I was wandering on the nearby lanes, And then with my father I would run out to the bus stop To go to the colossal shop. Then after I came back Rest was what I would lack. I would play video games and watch TV While my family listening to music. It came the last final day of vacation And we booked our tickets for the metro station. We reached our home just in time But late enough to hear the clock chime. The next day was an awesome school And we enjoyed our day, While playing with our new tools. And at last, it was time to leave The Sun was relieved. Written By: AD Date: 2nd April 2023

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Date: 10/22/2023 5:52:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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Sarmita Dey
Date: 11/5/2023 5:56:00 AM
thanks for your kind words,My son is 10 year old and this is his first poem.
Date: 10/22/2023 5:14:00 AM
A nostalgic and sentimental poem written so well..
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Sarmita Dey
Date: 11/5/2023 5:57:00 AM
thanks for your kind words,My son is 10 year old and this is his first poem.
Date: 10/20/2023 7:06:00 PM
touching and sweet memories, vacations are precious, thanks for sharing poet
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Sarmita Dey
Date: 11/5/2023 5:59:00 AM
Yes, vacations are so special for us back in my school days.Nowadays,every weekend is a kind of short vacation and that excitement is missing.

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